continue the distraction and takes the food pouches. He wasn’t sure if a conversation like this was a good sign or not, but he couldn’t exactly council him right now. He didn’t have the brain power for it after such a day, even if he wanted to, and he needed to recover and heal.
He needed to figure out what the next move was, not just because the kid would start asking questions soon, but because his own mind had already started demanding answers.
He walks to the bunks with the food in one hand and two sporks in his other Dylan follows eagerly, joining him by sitting on the bottom bunk while Steve removes his boots. Kicking them off he takes the pack and tears open the corner letting a cloud of steam escape. Then sniffs in the aroma and