[For Morty's part, he was just delighted that he finally had a friend, especially a human one. There were the other reapers, of course, but he had the sense that they were more like siblings than friends - as with Death, the connection between them could never be broken, but he still wasn't all that sure he liked any of them. Naturally, this wasn't helped by the fact that they all seemed to find him weird in return, since he'd had much longer to absorb human mannerisms and habits than any of them.
He'd been walking a line for a long time, caught between his kind and the ones he served without ever swinging far enough to either side that he could truly relate.
Now there was Bruce, though. Bruce was quiet and still and liked to stay that way, which Morty thought was part of the reason why he wasn't scared: nothing really drew intense reactions from the man. The level of comfort that brought to Morty, who couldn't actually reach the extreme highs or lows of human emotion and was as frightened of them as he was fascinated, couldn't be stated strongly enough. He was really lucky, he thought as he glanced around the mostly empty diner, to have found someone who would tolerate his presence and had a nature with which he could interact so well.]
Huh? [The way he blinked his big blue eyes was just as sleepy as his gravelly, almost monotone drawl, making him seem like he was always on the verge of wanting a nap: no more than usual on that night, though, so he clearly wasn't ruffled by having been called out at 1 am. One corner of his mouth quirked upward when he finally caught up to what Bruce had said and he nodded.] Yeah, I think - no, I know I want pie a la mode, but I can't pick a kind. Never tried that one with the berries all mixed up, bumbleberry, it sounds good... but I know I like peach... should I take a chance or play it safe?
oh my god even the setup is adorable :'''')
He'd been walking a line for a long time, caught between his kind and the ones he served without ever swinging far enough to either side that he could truly relate.
Now there was Bruce, though. Bruce was quiet and still and liked to stay that way, which Morty thought was part of the reason why he wasn't scared: nothing really drew intense reactions from the man. The level of comfort that brought to Morty, who couldn't actually reach the extreme highs or lows of human emotion and was as frightened of them as he was fascinated, couldn't be stated strongly enough. He was really lucky, he thought as he glanced around the mostly empty diner, to have found someone who would tolerate his presence and had a nature with which he could interact so well.]
Huh? [The way he blinked his big blue eyes was just as sleepy as his gravelly, almost monotone drawl, making him seem like he was always on the verge of wanting a nap: no more than usual on that night, though, so he clearly wasn't ruffled by having been called out at 1 am. One corner of his mouth quirked upward when he finally caught up to what Bruce had said and he nodded.] Yeah, I think - no, I know I want pie a la mode, but I can't pick a kind. Never tried that one with the berries all mixed up, bumbleberry, it sounds good... but I know I like peach... should I take a chance or play it safe?