Poe debates where to sit, not wanting to force Rodney to sit next to him, not sure if sitting next to John would make Rodney more uncomfortable or less. He finally gives a mental shrug and sits down next to John, bumping shoulders with him before he gives John just enough space that they won't be jostling elbows. ]
I just want butter. [ He rubs his chin, the faint start of a beard. ] Thank you, Rodney. You want a hand?
[ Cavalier he might be, but his dad still raised him polite. ]
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Poe debates where to sit, not wanting to force Rodney to sit next to him, not sure if sitting next to John would make Rodney more uncomfortable or less. He finally gives a mental shrug and sits down next to John, bumping shoulders with him before he gives John just enough space that they won't be jostling elbows. ]
I just want butter. [ He rubs his chin, the faint start of a beard. ] Thank you, Rodney. You want a hand?
[ Cavalier he might be, but his dad still raised him polite. ]