Although every fiber his being didn’t like receiving any kind of pity, Regan knew enough to know that Laura didn’t do this out of a sense of pity. If she did, well, he’d have put a stop to it a long ass time ago. Quirking an eyebrow when she snorted, he laughed slightly – although it wasn’t anywhere near his normal jovial tone. They both knew that he was more than capable to get things on his own, but after the first couple times of trying to do just that he’d given up. So now this was how they worked, Laura being her Laura self and doing things for him just because she wanted to.
“Noted,” he answered, a smile lingering just at the corners of his mouth. People could say he was a lot of things, but an impatient person wasn’t one of them, he always figured nothing was so pressing that you had to be breathing down someone’s neck about it, or whatever. Maybe his sense of urgency had be lost just a little bit, without the goal of finding Soli he was still kind of lost – though taking on a portion of leading security was helping with that. “And that must be your way of telling me I can have the rest of them.” Regan remarked, gesturing to the way Laura had pushed the plate towards him. “Which means you don’t mind if I have them.” Or at least he hoped it did. Granted he probably shouldn’t be having this much sugar, he figured this one time wouldn’t kill him.
Rubbing at the spot where she’d shoved him, he played up the dramatics – kind of like he used to whenever one of his sister’s would have a go at him. “Good, because this place has enough to deal with, we don’t need to be dealing with body snatchers or pod people,” he would have continued his sentence, but when Laura when serious, he did as well. Sometimes it was easy to forget that others had lost people as well, and he could only assume Laura had lost this friend of hers. “In that case I’m honored you had one with me, and that I’ve been deemed worthy to have something you used to make for a friend,” keeping up traditions was something he couldn’t even begin to think about, not yet. “And I think they’re fantastic, and I’m going to ignore the two pounds of butter remark.”