Half dead, but feeling so alive [Nate]

[Remiel]

When Nate left the room Remi could do nothing better than twiddle his thumbs. Well, the thumb that actually worked. He frowned and looked at his arm, poking it. It was better than it had been, not causing the angel to cry out in the slightest. He guessed it would be healed within the next few days.

Remi looked up as Nate walked in with the food, his stomach growling loudly due to the delicious smell wafting his way.
"Wow....so thats food!"
As the plate was placed on his lap Remi looked at the meal. Okay. Its mushy. He drove his right hand into the pile of what he assumed was called mash potato, eating messily with his hands.

He considered Nate's question as he finished his first fistful, not noticing the shocked look the other man gave. He tried to talk with his mouth full, splattering the mash everywhere, before realizing it was probably best to swallow the chewed food. So he swallowed what remained in his mouth before replying.
"....Umm....I'm kinda not allowed to tell you lots...I've told you too much already.....sorry handsome."

[Nate Reynolds]

Nate watched as Remiel put his hand straight into the food and felt a little defeated. He hadn't realised just how much help this guy would need, but he should have seen this coming; he just didn't want to treat him like a child. He grabbed disinfectant wipes from the nearest drawer and took Remi's hands, cleaning them off and handing him the knife and fork that lay on the tray. He listened as he spoke about the Afterlife and nodded slowly.

"I guess that makes sense...don't want to spoil the surprise, I suppose." he smiled, "Now, you eat with these things. This is a knife which is used to cut the food into bite-sized pieces and the fork is used to pick up the food without getting your hands dirty."

He guided his hands for a moment, showing him how to eat the food with proper table manners. He could never leave this guy to fend for himself, he needed help to learn how this world worked and how to survive in it. Nate helped him eat then smiled softly,

"Not bad, you'll get the hang of it. taste good though?"

[Remiel]

Remi let Nate guide his hands slowly, listening to his instructions and taking them in. He was learning how to use these strange metal instruments, clanging them together clumsily on every slice. He was getting better..............just.................not that quickly.

"Yeah....it tastes amazing...and the rumblies have gone away!" Remi grinned, looking like a small child who had just conquered the climbing frame for the very first time.
"Thanks very much Doc- I mean, Nate"

Remi thought he better get used to calling the doctor by his first name, seems as though he had kindly offered his home (and hopefully his bed) to the lost soul.
As he finished his food he smiled at Nate.
"So, when can we get this cast thing sorted and get home? I wanna see your house!"

[Nate Reynolds]

Nate smiled and cleared the tray away, glad that Remi was a step closer to understanding the world. He'd been a little shaky about using the cutlery at first, but it was a tricky mechanism to grasp and he did fairly well for a first attempt. Though the slight incident of the flicked mashed potato had left Nate with a glop of the substance over his coat. But he honestly didn't mind, he'd laughed it off and helped Remi a little more until he could feed himself with the difficult tools. He sat on the edge of the bed and held a hand out to help Remi up.

"Let's get your arm in that cast then I'll take you home." he smiled, "And Remi...I'm gonna take care of you. I promise."

[ending on a soppy note of soppy coz Nate is soft like that.]