[He's never wrapped something up in paper napkins as fast as he does the rest of his food, ferreting it all away into the pockets of his clothes - taking a handful of sugar packets while he's at it, thinking it might be all he has for sweets in the next little while. Until he can get signed or whatever bogus arrangements need to be made in this city just to have a hamburger.
He massages his hand against his sternum, feeling like the last bite he took has decided to get stuck there, and stays a shade paler than he was when he turns to look back at Oliver. Who he thinks is definitely going to bail on him with how fast he got his shit together, but then he looks at his hand. And tentatively reaches to take it.]
... No? I just don't wanna go back to the dorms, so. Wanna go waste some time together?
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He massages his hand against his sternum, feeling like the last bite he took has decided to get stuck there, and stays a shade paler than he was when he turns to look back at Oliver. Who he thinks is definitely going to bail on him with how fast he got his shit together, but then he looks at his hand. And tentatively reaches to take it.]
... No? I just don't wanna go back to the dorms, so. Wanna go waste some time together?