The rustling and the sleepy grumble brought a smile to George’s features.   The older man stepped into the room and waited for permission to come further.   He handed Roger the plate of food and set a large class of water down on the nightstand next to Roger before seating himself on the end of the bed.  “Not really.” He replied with a smile.  He missed other things.  Like hot showers, his wife and son... but he didn’t need to tell Roger that.   His thoughts were broken by Roger’s crass joke, not giving him time to dwell on that.  George chuckled.  “I was never really into fast food. But I do miss hot showers and sharp razors...” George murmured the last as stroked his chin.   He waved his hand and smiled at the offer of the biscuit.<br/><br/>“I was.  We discussed a lot of things at the meeting.  I said you weren’t feeling great and they understood.  But what I wanted to talk to you about was the fact I volunteered us both to make a run.  We needed some supplies and I need to get out of here for a while.   I even suggested that we go looking for some horses or animals that might have survived the winter.  What do you think? Are you up for it?”