He straightens very slowly, not even consciously aware that he's waiting for her to draw a gun on him. It's just habit. It's just a reflex he developed that has kept him alive, that's all.
"Max." It still feels strange to say his own name. And he still hasn't lowered the can or put it back in his pack, even though he knows he should. Or, if he were a better person, he'd give it to her. He would have done that once, but now...he can't make his hand cooperate.
But he has a next best thing, something to satisfy his need to survive and the shame he feels at having fallen back so hard on his scavenging. "Someone tried to spoil some of these. Mn...here," he turns, shows her a plastic container full of pear slices. "Have to eat them or they go bad. Once we lose power, they'd be poison."
But they're okay now. And he has two dozen two forks, so he offers her one and keeps one for himself. If he can't stomach the thought of giving away food, he can at least share, one scav to another.
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"Max." It still feels strange to say his own name. And he still hasn't lowered the can or put it back in his pack, even though he knows he should. Or, if he were a better person, he'd give it to her. He would have done that once, but now...he can't make his hand cooperate.
But he has a next best thing, something to satisfy his need to survive and the shame he feels at having fallen back so hard on his scavenging. "Someone tried to spoil some of these. Mn...here," he turns, shows her a plastic container full of pear slices. "Have to eat them or they go bad. Once we lose power, they'd be poison."
But they're okay now. And he has
two dozentwo forks, so he offers her one and keeps one for himself. If he can't stomach the thought of giving away food, he can at least share, one scav to another.