[To Luke’s credit, he had tried and damn hard to pace himself - but all hope was lost after that second bite. Peaches or pineapple from the can was about as good as it has been in weeks and those were rare and typically drenched in syrup.]
Right. [He looks to the apple core in his hand, huffing a very faint, breathless chuckle.] Might be a little late for that.
[Then he’s glancing up and taking in Joel’s rugged appearance. Nothing about the man's tone or body language is triggering any instinctive alarms but it never hurts to remain cautious.]
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Right. [He looks to the apple core in his hand, huffing a very faint, breathless chuckle.] Might be a little late for that.
[Then he’s glancing up and taking in Joel’s rugged appearance. Nothing about the man's tone or body language is triggering any instinctive alarms but it never hurts to remain cautious.]