[ He smiles back, just worn enough at the edges to make Anna think he's sympathising even if he isn't talking. ]
You're doin' all right. [ He squashes the little twist in his gut that tells him she was on a train too. Coincidence. ]
I ain't hungry. [ Lie, old one, he hasn't stopped feeling hungry and he's sure his ribs are nearly visible. But he's not even thinking about food right now; his mind is swirling with questions about what Steve is doing in the future. ] C'mon. Let's get you somethin' to drink. You'll feel better.
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You're doin' all right. [ He squashes the little twist in his gut that tells him she was on a train too. Coincidence. ]
I ain't hungry. [ Lie, old one, he hasn't stopped feeling hungry and he's sure his ribs are nearly visible. But he's not even thinking about food right now; his mind is swirling with questions about what Steve is doing in the future. ] C'mon. Let's get you somethin' to drink. You'll feel better.