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Somehow Lucas manages to get a room for himself. It's not too elaborate, very much like the home he doesn't remember he had. He's curled up on the simple bed, hugging a blue pillow.

If he's going to feel alone, he might as well be alone.

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The brownies might be too sweet an option for that. But there's also the school of some food being better than no food. Lucas picks a brownie up and takes a nibble.

"Not sure brownies actually count as taking care of yourself," Enzo admits, taking a bite of one of his own. "But I was going for comfort food that'd keep. Nutrients can come later."

"It's real sweet, but the chocolate feels good," Lucas says.

He eats about half the brownie in his hand before he has to stop.

"Will the milkshake be okay, or do you want something else?" It's sweet too, but should be less aggressively so.

"Somethin' else might be better."

In the meantime, he does have water. It may not taste the best after a brownie, but it is good at cleansing.

"Anything particular?"

The shake will not go to waste; he may simply digitize it for himself, since he is, after all, the bottomless void commonly known as a teenager.

Lucas thinks, trying to remember what he's had before that's soothing.

It's hard to connect soothing and memory right now.

"What do people drink when they're too old for warm milk?"

"Tea?" Enzo suggests.

"Tea? Yeah. Tea sounds good."

"You want to come down, or should I bring it?"

"I think I'll stay here," he says. "Just for now."

"Okay. I'll be right back."

He gathers up the shakes, but leaves both plates of brownies for now.

Lucas sits and waits, alone not being so bad when you know soon you won't be lonely.

Right now, our life is here, the Dark Dragon says.

"Yeah," Lucas answers, putting a palm on an eye.

Enzo is back in a few minutes, with a large mug of something hot and minty which should just about be done steeping.

It already feels good just from smell alone.

"I don't think I ever had tea b'fore," Lucas says.

"Really? I usually go for Cocoa, but tea's nice, and it's not sweet unless you sweeten it."

"The brownies're sweet enough."

He reaches out to take the mug.

"Kinda what I figured. Bar said this'd be a good blend for you."

Lucas breathes in the steam from the tea, both hands holding the mug. He feels like he wouldn't mind just putting his face in it, but he takes a careful sip instead.

Then a deeper sip once he's used to the temperature.

"Good?"

"Yes."

He takes another long sip.

"It's the best feeling I've had in a while."

"Good. There's other kinds, too, but Bar said this'd be a good one for soothing."

"It feels like it can find the cracks inside an' it's trying t'fill them up."

Enzo smiles. "That must be good tea."

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