On Freud's Footprints [Manoneno1 x LynxAmelia] [Inactive]

"Sure. Let me just put something on", he said as he got up and headed to the bathroom, pulling black trousers and a collar shirt, also combing his hair and then coming back to the kitchen. "Well, it smells delicious.."
 
Clair went into the kitchen with the paper bag and set about unrolling the burritos from their foil, blowing on them a little. There were two, but she doubted Logan would eat a whole burrito.
 
"So you were saying something?", Logan asked as he sat and took a burrito, taking a bite from it.
 
Clair had already begun eating, chewing away in earnest. She had quite a bit of food around her mouth when she looked up, "I don't really remember," she said before digging in again.
 
Logan nodded a bit and cut a bit less than half of the burrito. "Need more?", he asked as he offered rest of it to her.
 
Clair wiped her mouth and frowned at the offer. "You eat too little," she said, narrowing her eyes at him, "You are going to finish all of that. And I mean all of it."
 
"You sound like my wife", he said with a bittersweet hem and then tilted his head a bit descended, raising his hands a bit. "I don't mind", he said with a pout as he took the rest of the burrito in his hands
 
"Good," Clair said, smiling a little, "And I hope I am not being too annoying. I mean," she looked down to her lap, "I mean, you are my professor, and I am no one to boss you around..."
 
"Well, what comes to eating, you are a doctor and I am just a guy with an eating disorder background so I'm pretty sure everyone agree that you are better authority", he pouted out with a grin, finishing his burrito.
 
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"True," Clair mused, wrapping up the foil and looking around, "Where do I put this?" she asked, trying to locate the trash can.
 
"There, under the faucet", he guided and went there, putting his own foil to the trash can and glancing the clock. "Oh, nearly midnight already. When does your lecture start?
 
Clair put the foil in the can before looking at the clock. "Ten," she said, turning to Logan, "And yours, professor?" she asked, stuttering the last word out a little awkwardly.
 
"Just call me Logan or Lodgie", he said with hem. "I prefer professor in school, just a name may cause confusion, you know", he explained. "Mine too, excellent. I'm ready im half an hour, how about you?"
 
"Around the same time, but I prefer waking up at least an hour before I leave," Clair said, "Speaking of which, I really need a shower right now." Her nose twitched in disgust, "I reek of sweat."
 
"I'm awake anyway before you so we will leave when you want", he said. "Sure, I also have bath if you want to go for a bath."
 
Clair shook her head, "I tend to spend a lot of time in baths. A shower would be good. And I still don't have a change of clothes," she said pouting slightly, "I can't shower or go to bed in this catsuit."
 
"Let me fetch some tunic from my wife. Don't worry, they have been washed long time ago. I have got over her", he said with a hem and went to a closet, digging some beige tunic which was suitable for her.
 
"This is beautiful.." Clair said, running her fingers through the material. Suddenly overcome with guilt, she said, "I can't wear this. It must have so many memories for you."
 
"No actually, she seldom used it. It was my marriage day present and I saw from her expression she didn't like it but she weared it anyway to make me happy", he said with a small casual laugh. "She was the one who forgot that day anyway", he added with a smalll smirk. "At least it's high quality, no?"
 
Clair bit her lip hard. She felt extremely bad for using the man's marriage gift to his wife. But she honestly didn't have a choice at the moment. She nodded a little, refusing to meet his eye, "Now all I need is a towel and the bathroom," she said, her tone slightly morose
 
Logan saw her guilty immediatly. "Look, I can switch it if you want. She was just pretty long woman and the other tunics have much longer skirt", he explained his decision.
 
Clair looked down at the dress once more. "If you don't mind, I guess it is fine," she mumbled, walking ahead and trying to find the bathroom, hoping it would have a towel inside. The longer she thought, the more guilty she felt.
 
Logan aided her to the bathroom, taking his black pyjamas at the same time. "Feel free to use any towel", he said as he left from the bathroom.
 
It took her a few minutes, but Clair emerged from the shower quite refreshed. Her guilt had been watered down by now. Her long black hair remained slightly wet as she walked out of the bathroom and looked around the house for Logan.
 
Logan was setting his blanket and pillow on the sofa. "Oh, you were fast. I changed sheets for you so you can sleep on my bed", he said with a smile, hoping she wouldn't argue back.
 
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