He was surprised, again, when the boy actually took the biscuit offered, and lifted to his lips to try. They weren't Chuy's best batch, but he was still getting used to the subtle differences in available ingredients between this world and his last. He was surprised again when the boy answered him, when he actually offered a response - he wasn't sure what he was expecting. Korbin wouldn't meet his gaze, and Chuy didn't mind, he didn't push the issue of eye contact, knowing it to be an arbitrary measure of one's engagement anyway - some people just preferred not to look at another's eyes, others did. Chuy wouldn't hold it against the boy to feel overwhelmed by the notion at such a time as now, of all times.
"No reason. No reason not to." He says back, his voice softer and smoother than the boy's. He shrugged nonchalantly. He hadn't really had a plan, hadn't expected to run into the boy, assumed that the boy would never seek him out intentionally. "But you can follow me back to the lodge. Get some real food in you." He paused, looking over the boy, finally taking in all that was presented to him. The unkemptness, the ash, the state of disrepair. He looked like a boy grieving, there could be no doubt. "You could stay there too." He added, softer still.
"No reason. No reason not to." He says back, his voice softer and smoother than the boy's. He shrugged nonchalantly. He hadn't really had a plan, hadn't expected to run into the boy, assumed that the boy would never seek him out intentionally. "But you can follow me back to the lodge. Get some real food in you." He paused, looking over the boy, finally taking in all that was presented to him. The unkemptness, the ash, the state of disrepair. He looked like a boy grieving, there could be no doubt. "You could stay there too." He added, softer still.
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