The pivot wasn't unexpected and Loki didn't so much as blink at it's delivery. Getting a solid answer now was as likely as sprouting wings out of his ass, but he didn't regret asking. He had to try. Of course, Paul did in fact know his coffee order - that hadn't changed over the years, just like everything else about Loki, and the Detective was sure Paul was the same way. Black coffee. Easy, no dependencies on anything other than pure caffeine, and you could get it just about anywhere.
Loki slides out of the car with him, glancing back at her as he steps away - Paul really had done a great job and the pride he saw in his friends face when he was talking about it was well earned. Amazing how far that car body had come.
Eat something Paul says as Loki gets to his shoulder and he only grunts a soft note of acknowledgement. He wasn't really hungry, despite not having eaten anything in nearly 24 hours, but he would rather eat something with Paul and make the driver worry less than argue about it. He didn't want to spend what time this would be arguing.
A waitress greets them and gestures towards the open tables, waiting for them to take a seat before coming to ask what they wanted to drink.
"Two coffees, please, and two eggs with toast for the both of us," he says, shouldering off his jacket to drape over the back of his chair. If he was going to eat, so was Paul. Or at least, he would watch Paul consider eating with that stoic stare he's refined over the years.
Loki waits for the waitress to walk away before he says anything.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you up in this part of the country. Figured it'd be too cold." Everything was cold after LA's tepid temperatures that almost never dropped below 60 degrees. Paul looked warm and slightly out of place with his sunkissed skin, that was true, but it was more like getting ice cold lemonade on a hot day kind of good to see it.
Weather, location - it was boring, but it was safe. Easy places to start. Places that didn't lingeringly ache like an overused set of muscles that had forgotten how to work the way they used to.
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Loki slides out of the car with him, glancing back at her as he steps away - Paul really had done a great job and the pride he saw in his friends face when he was talking about it was well earned. Amazing how far that car body had come.
Eat something Paul says as Loki gets to his shoulder and he only grunts a soft note of acknowledgement. He wasn't really hungry, despite not having eaten anything in nearly 24 hours, but he would rather eat something with Paul and make the driver worry less than argue about it. He didn't want to spend what time this would be arguing.
A waitress greets them and gestures towards the open tables, waiting for them to take a seat before coming to ask what they wanted to drink.
"Two coffees, please, and two eggs with toast for the both of us," he says, shouldering off his jacket to drape over the back of his chair. If he was going to eat, so was Paul. Or at least, he would watch Paul consider eating with that stoic stare he's refined over the years.
Loki waits for the waitress to walk away before he says anything.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you up in this part of the country. Figured it'd be too cold." Everything was cold after LA's tepid temperatures that almost never dropped below 60 degrees. Paul looked warm and slightly out of place with his sunkissed skin, that was true, but it was more like getting ice cold lemonade on a hot day kind of good to see it.
Weather, location - it was boring, but it was safe. Easy places to start. Places that didn't lingeringly ache like an overused set of muscles that had forgotten how to work the way they used to.