It was evident that no matter what he did, Joseph wouldn’t get out of the situation. He was hungry but eating something someone else bought wasn’t something he was used to. Looking at Shini, and finally seeing his eyes, Joseph scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest when he mentioned feeding him.
“How the hell do you think you can force me? I’m not a child, I can fight for myself.” Joseph grumbled, looking at it a bit more and sighing loudly. “Fine, if it makes you stop harassing me. Shit.” Shaking his head Joseph grabbed an apple, got himself a glass of milk, and grabbed a granola bar.
As he bit into the apple, the younger man put his hand up dramatically and rolled his eyes. “I’m healed. You happy now?” Joseph asked, obviously not happy still. “And where’s your washroom?” he wondered while looking around, taking in his new surroundings, eating the apple whenever he was finished chewing.
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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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