He does want a coffee, although he lets Jesus pick it. He's just enjoying being here.
This place is like nothing he's ever seen, nothing in Los Angeles; there is no place this quiet, this calm, this lacking in neon lights and electric hum and the sound of air filters. If there is he's certain he wouldn't be allowed in it, and if he were he wouldn't be able to sit quietly and undisturbed while people move around him like he's just another person in the middle of it. He feels more isolated than ever, newly so in a place that has people insisting he's part of it both in his best interests and not, but no one pays him any particular mind sitting here at this table with Jesus.
He doesn't speak through several performances, watching them intently, memorizing details almost automatically, methodically sipping his coffee; watching the people around them and the way the staff move through the tables when there's no one actively performing something. He's never heard an acoustic guitar played well. He's never heard a soft, emotive voice with no augmentation over a staticky microphone and large, physical speakers.
It has the peculiar effect of making him feel both more settled and more homesick, and when the latter starts to settle in he leans closer to Jesus.
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Date: 2022-08-24 04:39 pm (UTC)This place is like nothing he's ever seen, nothing in Los Angeles; there is no place this quiet, this calm, this lacking in neon lights and electric hum and the sound of air filters. If there is he's certain he wouldn't be allowed in it, and if he were he wouldn't be able to sit quietly and undisturbed while people move around him like he's just another person in the middle of it. He feels more isolated than ever, newly so in a place that has people insisting he's part of it both in his best interests and not, but no one pays him any particular mind sitting here at this table with Jesus.
He doesn't speak through several performances, watching them intently, memorizing details almost automatically, methodically sipping his coffee; watching the people around them and the way the staff move through the tables when there's no one actively performing something. He's never heard an acoustic guitar played well. He's never heard a soft, emotive voice with no augmentation over a staticky microphone and large, physical speakers.
It has the peculiar effect of making him feel both more settled and more homesick, and when the latter starts to settle in he leans closer to Jesus.