"I'm not really the one to ask," Gabe says. He collects some stray glasses and forks into his tub and sets it back on the counter that he can slide to the sink. Staring at the counter, at his hands and their ragged, bitten nails, he keeps doing his job. "I've only been here for a month."
Uncomfortable, shoulders hiked up close, Gabe determinedly wipes the same spot over and over. He doesn't really ask for a lot of food off the menu, even though he could. Mostly, Gabe takes the staff meal that everyone gets and doesn't dare complain. Finn would give him more, if only he asked, but Gabe doesn't ask.
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Date: 2015-07-19 06:23 am (UTC)Uncomfortable, shoulders hiked up close, Gabe determinedly wipes the same spot over and over. He doesn't really ask for a lot of food off the menu, even though he could. Mostly, Gabe takes the staff meal that everyone gets and doesn't dare complain. Finn would give him more, if only he asked, but Gabe doesn't ask.
"The fish is local though. Fresh."