guestsinhisworld:

He loved it when Patches was happy, loved to hear that pure enthusiasm in his voice. For a second he almost forgot the very obvious reason why he couldn’t come to Patches’ house, but when he realized, he chuckled. “The Host supposes that would be a problem, wouldn’t it?” Though he was admittedly curious as to what his home was like. It would be very interesting, a home built to that scale, and likely by Patches’ own hands. He wished he could see it.

“We-well it’s not very impressive anyways. I uh- Live in a small container for first aid…” The small doctor chuckled a little bit as it was true. Nothing too exciting was in his home and it was quite cluttered with things. The doctor rubbed the back of his neck. Filling his mouth with cookie and was already getting full. “But yeah! When would you want to have dinner? I think i’m off on the weekend..”

guestsinhisworld:

That seemed to relieve him, even though Patches’ reason for being caught off guard was sad. “The Host is happy to hear it. He likes having Patches here.” He really did. It was unusual for him, not being the most social, but he kept finding himself wanting to be around him. He didn’t exhaust him like other people. In fact, he made him feel comfortable.

He was more than happy to hear that. The giddiness was rising again as his fists were clenched as he shook them from side with a grin. “I love being here too!” Patches already finished the butter cookie he was eating so he took the liberty to grab another one. “You’re so kind! I mean i’d invite you to hang out in my home too but..uh. “ His eyes shifted a bit. “You wouldn’t exactly fit. “

guestsinhisworld:

The silence after he’d made his offer while Patches was sitting there stunned was just a little too long and made Host begin to worry that he’d done something wrong. Had he been too forward? Had he made him uncomfortable by offering something like that?

When the reply finally came it wasn’t an outright rejection, thankfully, But he couldn’t help but start overthinking what it meant. ‘That’s a really kind offer’. Did that mean he wanted to or was it just a polite way to respond without committing? Moreover, why was Host so worried about this?

“Patches doesn’t have to… if… he doesn’t want to…”

It didn’t take no effort to notice the Host’s mood drop a bit like he said no. Patches gripped his teeth a little and out the crumb down on the table. Waving his hands in front of him while nervously laughing. “Oh no I’d love it! I-I was just caught off guard that’s all.” He tapped his fingers together as his eyes went a little droopy. “No one hasn’t asked me that in years..aha.”

Patches sort of beat himself up a little for being awkward.

guestsinhisworld:

“If Patches doesn’t like the food he gets at work, maybe he should come over for dinner sometime…” Yeah, he just invited him to dinner. Make of that what you will. But feeding Patches was hardly difficult, he wasn’t that big. He took another bite of the cookie in his hand, this time paying more attention to the taste. He hadn’t paid attention to what they were when he’d pulled them out. “The Host believes they’re butter cookies.”

Now he nearly choked on his cookie when Host said that. Okay Patches he didn’t just ask you out- probably. No it couldn’t be that! Who in their right mind would ask him of all people that? It has to be just an offer of food, he was a terrible boyfriend before and….wait. Why is this going  through his head?

Meanwhile Patches was having a fit in his head. He just had his mouth on the cookie frozen while the normal dark tan on his cheeks now covered the majority of his face. He gulped and brought his head back up while grinning. “O-Oh really? That’s a really kind offer.”

Run For Cover!

zhemedic:

See? He knew the little g—uh man wasn’t born that way! It could be possible but very rare.

Apparently it was triggered personal issues. That’s nothing new as for he always does. “Oh, no need to explain if you don’t vish to. Ve can carry on our mission und save it for anothzer time, ja?” The tension within the air was getting intense. They shouldn’t be still anyway or else they would be sitting ducks.

Patches Sunk a bit into his shoulders. At least the larger medic wasn’t pushing for answers or anything. He nodded and squirmed to turn around to see if it would be safe to get the move on. He didn’t see any other mercenaries around..though sadly not even their own team mates.

“You think we can make a run for it?”

guestsinhisworld:

He almost helped him get the cookie out, hearing him grunting over it, but it seemed that he had it under control. “Patches is very welcome,” he said before taking a bite of the cookie he’d taken. “The Host wonders if he’s able to have things like this often.”

Patches shook his head to that while already eating 1/3 of his cookie already. Clearly he was starving. When he gulped he continued talking. “Oh. Not really, they’ve stopped shipping things that weren’t necessities at work so I only borrow anything I can get…like carrots.” He grimaced a little in disgust before shoving another mouthful in and swallowing. “This is really good by the way- what kind of cookies are these?”