Already Diego is watching this new man approaching, making no aggressive move, but definitely looking more than a bit uncertain. Even as he's offered the hospitality of dry, warm clothes and food. Considering both before he gives a nod to the chair across from him.
"Who makes the food?" Sure it sounds paranoid but when the rest of it is leaving him feeling like he's being fucked with, he can't help but to ask. "Spare clothes? So like hand me downs, or collected when people disappear?"
He isn't sure it matters though, taking the bowl because even if it's drugged, he's starving. He can't remember the last time he stopped for a meal and not just grabbing whatever he could. Then he remembered. When Grace made him smiley face pancakes. Shit.
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"Who makes the food?" Sure it sounds paranoid but when the rest of it is leaving him feeling like he's being fucked with, he can't help but to ask. "Spare clothes? So like hand me downs, or collected when people disappear?"
He isn't sure it matters though, taking the bowl because even if it's drugged, he's starving. He can't remember the last time he stopped for a meal and not just grabbing whatever he could. Then he remembered. When Grace made him smiley face pancakes. Shit.