Joseph looked up at the stranger, what he said was rather…stupid. He wasn’t laughing at him, but it was clear he was making a mockery of his emotions. Why the hell was he cracking jokes and flirting when he felt so pissed off? It was incredibly frustrating, and Joseph really didn’t know how to react other than to be angry.
It wasn’t until he had nearly fallen over that Joseph noticed the man being a tad bit nicer. The only problem was, he didn’t want him to be nice, he just wanted him to leave him alone. “I’m fine.” He coughed weakly and rubbed his head. He really did feel dizzy, and he couldn’t remember the last time he ate, he even forgot to get groceries for the last few days.
Then he remembered how little he had eaten. His body was rather slim but still a bit muscular for his small size. Malnutrition seemed to be taking a toll, and Joseph had finally noticed how little he had consumed for the last few days.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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