[He nods a little, half-closing an eye at the drying of his face. Not in an unpleasant way, though the odd, familiar feeling of it almost brings tears up again -- and would have, if he had anything left to cry with.
Of course, that off his chest, there's only one thing really in the front of his mind.]
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Of course, that off his chest, there's only one thing really in the front of his mind.]
Hungry.