It's funny how a few years with limited socialization puts you in fight or flight mode as far as social interaction goes. Sometimes Dave looks at a stranger and thinks they look like they could use a friend, sometimes he gets as far as a few inches away from them before he sidles off elsewhere. Sometimes, like today, he lingers long enough to force himself to be friendly. Maybe it's because Cole looks kind of hopeless, maybe it's because Dave is incapable of walking away from peanut butter. Either way, he's watched him long enough that walking away would be just weird. Weirder than staring at him. Probably.

Dave takes a step closer, inviting himself to touch the stranger's food by pushing the apple and the jar of peanut butter together. He looks down at him through his shades, nodding meaningfully. "Do it." He urges. "You won't regret it."