Just as no one was left to die on the Tundra, Chuy couldn't leave someone who so clearly needed help to wander aimlessly about, not without at least trying. But you couldn't help someone if that someone wouldn't accept it. He had tried that method with Korbin before, in his own way, tried to get him to just enjoy a meal with him, to engage and share and maybe even smile. He had learned from that experience, and recognised that he himself had been behaving poorly - he hated the idea that he had ever forced anything, even something as trivial as company over a meal, on an unwilling participant.
He nodded to the boy's reply, before taking another biscuit from his pocket and biting into it for himself. He frowned a bit at it - they were terrible. "Can't say I'm hungry for these either." He tossed it into the snow unceremoniously over his shoulder, before shrugging. He had done enough stacking of wood for today.
"Well, in any case, you're welcome to follow again. Cook sure knows how to make even the unhungry hungry." He didn't press the issue any further, and after stowing the wheelbarrow quickly beneath the shelter, began making his way back to the lodge.
He nodded to the boy's reply, before taking another biscuit from his pocket and biting into it for himself. He frowned a bit at it - they were terrible. "Can't say I'm hungry for these either." He tossed it into the snow unceremoniously over his shoulder, before shrugging. He had done enough stacking of wood for today.
"Well, in any case, you're welcome to follow again. Cook sure knows how to make even the unhungry hungry." He didn't press the issue any further, and after stowing the wheelbarrow quickly beneath the shelter, began making his way back to the lodge.
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