[ he's seen that look before, the lost in the woods look that half his squad came back with after spending one too many years under fire. he's never listened when the shrinks went over how to handle it— something something about not breaking the reverie, something something being an anchor to reality— but he's got places to go, people to scowl at.
so instead he stands back at a decent distance, still close enough to loom uncomfortably close just due to his height and sighs, because as much sympathy as he has for what he assumes was a little girl caught in a warzone, he really wants his goddamn apples. ]
Red Delicious? Terrible choice, they taste like shit, even here.
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so instead he stands back at a decent distance, still close enough to loom uncomfortably close just due to his height and sighs, because as much sympathy as he has for what he assumes was a little girl caught in a warzone, he really wants his goddamn apples. ]
Red Delicious? Terrible choice, they taste like shit, even here.