He nods at the offer, noting how it feels like the liquid is sloshing in his head instead of his guts and he sets the glass farther away from his fingers so he won't be tempted to reach for it again. Not for a while anyway.
"Is anything ever really free?"
It's not that deep, but he's still salty about... everything. How no one seems to care this is happening. No one wants to mobilize to make things better. But maybe most of his upset lies in himself, and how much more he expects of the former Mayor Hotdog. A guy who's been too cripplingly anxious to do much for these people, whether they were grateful or not.
"Are you ready for Winter out here?" he asks, redirecting from his dumb philosophy to ask something actually practical, not to mention answerable. He worries about Jessica, so far from town. Not like anyone in it has been all that helpful. If she were closer to him, he could probably rig her up some electricity too, but as it is he thinks he should bring some supplies at the very least.
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"Is anything ever really free?"
It's not that deep, but he's still salty about... everything. How no one seems to care this is happening. No one wants to mobilize to make things better. But maybe most of his upset lies in himself, and how much more he expects of the former Mayor Hotdog. A guy who's been too cripplingly anxious to do much for these people, whether they were grateful or not.
"Are you ready for Winter out here?" he asks, redirecting from his dumb philosophy to ask something actually practical, not to mention answerable. He worries about Jessica, so far from town. Not like anyone in it has been all that helpful. If she were closer to him, he could probably rig her up some electricity too, but as it is he thinks he should bring some supplies at the very least.