Looking up, Jude catches Bodhi's eyes, more startled by the regard than any kind of rudeness in it. He shakes his head to break the contact, focusing back on his work. That people have any reaction at all is due to Credence, he knows, and it's an odd feeling--strangers looking at him favorable for something he can't imagine not doing. Like he wouldn't dig himself out. Like he'd just leave Credence to rot.

"It was just a couple of days," he says, shrugging it off like there aren't still cuts healing on his palms. "From what I hear, we got out just after you left for the trip, we didn't even realize the sun had gone down again." That had been a moment unto itself, stumbling out into the dark and rain, reveling in it before hunger and weakness drove them back to civilization.