[ He has to trust someone. He's hungry. Hungry is what he's always been though hasn't it? He's always hungry. Always starved. Deprived of something. He watches Randel closely as he takes bites of the food presented to him. Sipping the tea as well. Curtis nods and without another word he sits. He takes the bag first and puts it next to him. The drink is put down near his feet. It takes him a little time and effort to get the bag open with one hand, but he does it. Unwrapping the sandwich and taking a big bite. ]
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