Sorrel couldn’t believe himself. He also couldn’t believe what he was going to say. Fast food? That’s [i]so[/i] bad for you! Why would this man just fill his body with junk?? And… on top of that, he still was holding the half-eaten taco bowl, and he just felt… really [i]bad[/i] wasting food like that and throwing it away. It wasn’t right! But it’d be… a lot weirder to waltz into another stupid chain restaurant with taco bowl food. The food wasn’t good anyways. Maybe… it’d benefit the raccoons more than him? 

Jesus. What was he [i]thinking??[/i] He meets one kind stranger and decides it’s okay to contribute to more and more unneeded waste, all because he… wants to spend time with the pockmarked man? Why does he want to spend time with this dude? What’s he doing??? Why was Sorrel being so [i]dumb[/i] right now?? 

“I’m not the best at talkin’ either, don’t worry…” 

Why was he considering this?? Why was he going to do this? 

“I’m Sorrel, I don’t mind joining you, i-if you’d like the company…? Where… would you be going? If you’d like, uh… I could at least walk with you there..? I have the time.”