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[blathering on about meditation and meds or whatever]

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There's a diner not too far from here. The food isn't great but their coffee's amazing. How's that sound?

Great.

[kinda half-smiles/half-unfrowns/half-scowls and gestures toward the door]

Let's go.

[Follows.]

[To the Trauma-mobile! /o/]

[Tugs at his sleeves to hide his scars.]

[Starts the car, and away we go]

You don't think people will stare...?

Some people will. I mean, look at us. [some weird emo kid and a rough looking dude with piercings. how could that not attract even a little attention]

[Looks over at him, all concerned at whatnot] Is that a problem? We can go somewhere else if you want.

No, no. I used to wish people would stare, you know?

Why's that?

I loved the attention. I got it any way I could. [Including doing some dumb TV show that ended with one of the biggest disasters in however long.]

[FROWN. Ugh he really can't say any of what he wants to say because of fucking Osborn]

[SO IT'S PRETTY CONVENIENT THAT THEY'VE ARRIVED NOW HUH.]

[Kind of just looks at the diner for a bit before he undoes his seatbelt and gets out of the car.]

[Shoots a mildly concerned look his way before he gets out of the car and heads off to go in and get a booth and all that]

Weird being out without H.A.M.M.E.R. agents "escorting" me.

[snorts] They're around, though.

I know.

[Peruses a menu]

[HM.]

How are the burgers?

Okay. Depends on the cook, but I've never had a bad one.

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