Serving for Two

[Keller]

While Keller had indeed made the attempt to be polite and show his recruit as much kindness as possible, he didn't expect they would do anything in response to it. He was more used to people ignoring any attempt he made at trying to help, or even condemning him for it in the end. The only reason suicide was never the most attractive option had to have been owed to his immense conviction. If there was anyone in this godforsaken sector who could endure the endless trials and tribulations, it was him. But to presume that all of it left him without scarring would be exceptionally naive. There was a reason why he always served two plates of food at his table despite the second seat always being empty.

This particular occasion wasn't any different and the knock startled him if nothing else. He was dressed quite plainly, formal black shirt and dull trousers, his sleeves were rolled up given the fact that he was preparing food and his reaction seemed to be one of genuine surprise at who his visitor was. "Oh, erh. Come in." It was the first time she'd hear him fumble somewhat with words, and he was quick to regain his falsified composure. With the door opened wide, he gestured for her to step inside and by now the smell of food would be quite prevalent.