Davin wants to be amused by how into his food Jason is, but really it makes him feel a pang deep in his chest. For all Davin has been through, he's never had to worry about where his next meal was coming from. If Davin has anything to say about it, Jason never will again.
He takes a long drink and wipes his fingers on a napkin while he thinks, finally nodding to himself and looking up at him. "How about, just to start, Tuesdays and Thursdays from two to six, and Saturdays from twelve to four? We can do that for a week or two and see if you like it, if you need more or less hours, whatever. Sound good?"
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Date: 2014-10-26 07:42 pm (UTC)He takes a long drink and wipes his fingers on a napkin while he thinks, finally nodding to himself and looking up at him. "How about, just to start, Tuesdays and Thursdays from two to six, and Saturdays from twelve to four? We can do that for a week or two and see if you like it, if you need more or less hours, whatever. Sound good?"