Yes, please, thank you, [ Tommy says, an instant, engrained response to her offer of help. For a moment, his eyes go slightly wide, and it's not pretending exactly, but it's a remainder of what his mom taught him long ago when he was a person who doesn't have a lot in common with the person he is now. He steps back, giving her better access to the fridge, and the moment passes.
He resists the urge to frown at her question. He can't quite tell if it's meant genuinely or as a snappy retort. But either way, his answer wouldn't change much anyway. ]
I'm alive. I've got stuff to eat and somewhere to sleep. Could be worse.
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He resists the urge to frown at her question. He can't quite tell if it's meant genuinely or as a snappy retort. But either way, his answer wouldn't change much anyway. ]
I'm alive. I've got stuff to eat and somewhere to sleep. Could be worse.