At Home with Clark and Jim

[stands_for_hope]

[continued from here]

They'd fallen into a routine pretty easily.

Clark had managed to write up something about the church bust without incriminating either of them, which meant that his Perry had been pleased enough with his work for the day and had only yelled at him for five minutes about his failure to show up in the office the whole day. Lois had ribbed him a little, which had been remarked upon as she usually gave the new guy hell if he did anything remotely out of the line, and then she'd ribbed him a lot. He hadn't minded too terribly much since he had visited her afterwards at her apartment and she'd done plenty of kissing to make it better.

With a second person in the apartment, he'd started to fix it up a little, bringing home new linens, keeping the fridge stocked more regularly, and he'd even managed to find a new couch for them through a very kindly older woman and Craigslist.

True to his word, he'd gotten some rudimentary identification for Jim and he walked through the door with a spring in his step, closing the door behind him and plopping it down on the kitchen table with a smile.

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[stands_for_hope]

"Definitely. They...kinda threw me around like a rag doll for the most part."

He was rubbing at the back of his neck, but it was awkwardness as opposed to any lasting pain.

[kolodnoykovki]

He stifled a laugh. Not directly at Clark but at his embarrassment. "You definitely need practice."

[stands_for_hope]

"I definitely need practice," he agreed before standing up and heading to the stove. The food ought to be done about then, he figured, and the rice was already finished.

He popped on the oven, opened it up, then turned back to the fridge to pull out the pie he'd prepped earlier. That was slipped into the oven with the door closed after it

"Is there any thing specifically you'd like to help me with? Or that you'd prefer not to help me with?"

[kolodnoykovki]

"That... depends on if you want to know how to kill people," Jim said, honest and quiet at once. Better to be quiet. Sometimes apartments had thin walls. Better to keep some things private. "And I don't think you need to know about guns."

[stands_for_hope]

His head drooped a little at the mention. But he soldiered on.

"Actually, I should probably learn anything you can teach me," he said, peering over at Jim.

"I might not shoot the gun or use the knowledge myself, but knowing how people might move, or how many bullets they have left... that sort of knowledge might be useful."

[kolodnoykovki]

He paused, but then he nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I can teach you that. It's... probably not going to be pleasant for you." Clark was too nice for that. "But you're right. It would be useful knowledge for you."

[stands_for_hope]

"I didn't sign on for pleasant," he admitted as he took the top off of the pot of food. A quick taste test said that all the flavors had come together properly and a fork test told him that the vegetables were done just so. He pulled out a couple of bowls to serve with, as well as a rice paddle from the cooker's box.

"I just hope I won't try your patience too much. I'm usually a quick study, though."

Rice onto paddle into bowl, and he tugged out a soup tureen from the drawer to put the curry on top before sliding it onto the table in front of Jim with a fork and a spoon. He served himself, then sat down across from the other man to eat.

[kolodnoykovki]

When the food was given, he leaned over it and inhaled the scent. It did have a unique scent all its own. Its own flavour that seemed to come with it. No wonder Clark couldn't describe it before. "I don't know about my patience. I think I'll be all right. I... think I'm practiced at being patient."

Bit by bit. Things were still coming to him. He just didn't really want all of them.

[stands_for_hope]

"You've been plenty patient with me," Clark mentioned as he popped a curry-soaked vegetable into his mouth.

[kolodnoykovki]

"You haven't required much patience." And at last, he followed Clark's example, poking a vegetable onto his fork and then curiously tasting it before eating it properly. Interesting.

[stands_for_hope]

"How'd it come out?" because while he had a few questions for the moment, that was the important one.

[kolodnoykovki]

"I..."

He had to think of how to describe it, and while he thought, he stirred the rice and vegetables together. "I've never had anything like it. It tastes all right, but it might take more than this for me to know if I like it. I... think I remember something like this, though. A kind of stew with rice. Better than rations."

[stands_for_hope]

"There's a few different kinds, to be fair. This one's a yellow curry, as they're the easiest to make mild. The different varieties all have slightly different flavors."

He took another few bites.

"There was a point when Ma was putting nearly everything over rice. Some sort of fad while I was growing up. It's still one of my favorites, though."

[kolodnoykovki]

"Rice is cheap and filling," Jim said. "Add beans and there's a protein. Then you just need a vegetable and it's a meal you can eat on for days."

It was time, he decided, to stop asking how he knew things. Because he knew things because he knew things. That was all he needed to acknowledge.

[stands_for_hope]

"There's a couple I like to make with chickpeas," he ventured, obviously running through a dozen recipes in the back of his head.

"Any feelings on tofu? It's not a deal breaker or anything."

[kolodnoykovki]

He nodded along with Clark's talk about chickpeas, but the mention of Tofu had his eyebrows lowering. "What's tofu?"

[stands_for_hope]

He looks exceptionally pleased about the question.

"It's... hard to describe. But pretty tasty when prepared properly. I'll try some in the next meal I make. It's like a meat."

[kolodnoykovki]

Jim shrugged. "I'll try it, then." He supposed it was easier for Clark that he was a blank slate and didn't really care too much what he ate. It meant he could eat whatever Clark made without any preconceptions going in.

[stands_for_hope]

Clark smiled a little at the response.

"See, you're a lot of fun to cook for. Always willing to try new things."

He ate a little more of his curry and it was obvious that he was thinking of something he wanted to ask, but he hadn't quite figured out how to ask it. Or maybe he was just waiting until Jim finished dinner.

[kolodnoykovki]

He ate easily, considering the flavour, thinking about the next day, about work - about feeling like he could sustain himself. It was a pleasant feeling. More than he'd had in... longer than he could remember.

He'd need to stop measuring life by memories, anyway.

"I might have to buy boots with my first paycheck."

[stands_for_hope]

"Something wrong with yours?" he asked, sitting up a little.

"I can spot you until then. You shouldn't go into a site with shoddy footwear."

[kolodnoykovki]

He shook his head. "Mine are good enough for the first week, but I'll need steel toed boots." Except he shrugged. "But I heal bone breaks fast."

[stands_for_hope]

That gets a stormy look.

"I can definitely spot you."

[kolodnoykovki]

"You've been paying for everything except what I had." He'd had some savings. People tended to be generous when they saw a sign that said "Homeless Vet, Please Help."

[stands_for_hope]

"Because I would have been paying it anyway, for the most part. And you've done most of the work around here that I haven't had the time for."

He shook his head firmly.

"It's just a loan, and I really don't mind. You shouldn't chance a broken toe for something like that."