"Oh," he says, watching John as he starts clearing things up off the floor. "Yeah, of course."
There's no reason he shouldn't have expected this, especially after he literally just said he had plenty more 'whenever' John needed, and yet he still manages to feel a bit caught off guard. He hadn't realized John was hungry now, and rationing or no, he'd assumed John would want to dip into the box first thing. That he'd rather have this, now, is... Well, it's surprising, but he's not about to protest it. Even without the slow bloom of warmth in his chest, the shy smile he allows himself while John isn't looking—he'd never deny John a thing.
It's just, he wasn't entirely prepared for this, and he's not sure he has a good one. His brain is a bit empty, all sluggish after the unexpected excitement of the morning and the sense of being on the spot. He reaches out to help tidy a bit, quiet while he tries to think of something, anything worth telling.
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There's no reason he shouldn't have expected this, especially after he literally just said he had plenty more 'whenever' John needed, and yet he still manages to feel a bit caught off guard. He hadn't realized John was hungry now, and rationing or no, he'd assumed John would want to dip into the box first thing. That he'd rather have this, now, is... Well, it's surprising, but he's not about to protest it. Even without the slow bloom of warmth in his chest, the shy smile he allows himself while John isn't looking—he'd never deny John a thing.
It's just, he wasn't entirely prepared for this, and he's not sure he has a good one. His brain is a bit empty, all sluggish after the unexpected excitement of the morning and the sense of being on the spot. He reaches out to help tidy a bit, quiet while he tries to think of something, anything worth telling.