[ The car had pulled over and Ted had put on the blinkers and at the end of it all it had been Agent Cooper who'd gotten Martha out. (Really one for the damsels in distress, aren't you? Albert had asked. Cooper hadn't graced the statement with an answer.)
He buys her a few more moments, now, to look over the menu as he places his own order. (I'll go first. Get me a grilled cheese — wheat bread will do just fine, and yes, American — and then a slice of your best pie. Cherry? Sounds great. And coffee. Black.)
Most of the time, Cooper wears the same things, and among them: a smile, that cheerfulness that she sometimes finds so unsettling. But sometimes, when they stop for the night, it fades as if worn down by the day, and all that remains is a thin line, framed by the angle of his jaw. It's a reminder, perhaps, that he is human, too. ]
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He buys her a few more moments, now, to look over the menu as he places his own order. (I'll go first. Get me a grilled cheese — wheat bread will do just fine, and yes, American — and then a slice of your best pie. Cherry? Sounds great. And coffee. Black.)
Most of the time, Cooper wears the same things, and among them: a smile, that cheerfulness that she sometimes finds so unsettling. But sometimes, when they stop for the night, it fades as if worn down by the day, and all that remains is a thin line, framed by the angle of his jaw. It's a reminder, perhaps, that he is human, too. ]