[He nods, but it's silent. Whether or not he can separate from the blame feels like an impossible obstacle. But:]
Gratitude? Did I do something?
[Ah, but there goes his stomach again. He looks down awkwardly as he fumbles for the snack bag to rip it open and take a handful of whatever's inside. He didn't even check. He doesn't care right now.]
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Gratitude? Did I do something?
[Ah, but there goes his stomach again. He looks down awkwardly as he fumbles for the snack bag to rip it open and take a handful of whatever's inside. He didn't even check. He doesn't care right now.]