[ Right, food. Brendan looks over--barely glances at it, swimming in the water, cold and incredibly unappetizing. Now, at least.
Maybe he didn't even plan on eating it. Probably the latter, since he shoves his hands in his pockets. Shrugs just a little, building that wall around him again. ]
Uh-huh.
[ No thank yous, no friendly pat on the back. Just staring at his ramen. ]
action;
Maybe he didn't even plan on eating it. Probably the latter, since he shoves his hands in his pockets. Shrugs just a little, building that wall around him again. ]
Uh-huh.
[ No thank yous, no friendly pat on the back. Just staring at his ramen. ]