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"You've done more than enough, honestly." Jacob had been surviving off dried food, dead animals, and anything he could get his hands on. Sometimes sleep came before finding a clean source of water, both good at evading the overzealous state of hunger. With his background, surviving on little wasn't exceptionally hard – but going out to hunt, to search for materials – the little <i>everyday</i> things required energy and without food, he had little to spare. With everything that went on today, Jacob was thankful for stumbling upon this house and the people in it. The hospitality seemed more so an offering of Lorraine rather than the men, but they hadn't been kicked out as of yet, which Jacob was appreciative for. He took a seat beside Ash, the only other one open of course and was eager to dig into what seemed like some time of bone broth soup filled with vegetables. Just the mere mention of meat turned his mouth into a salivating mess, but Jacob wouldn't call the email in front of him at all disappointing.<br/>
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He reached for the plastic spoon, his hand hovering over the utensil as the others around him bowed their heads. Ash was met with a less confused expression. Though, Jacob hadn't really tapped into his religious side since high school when his mother would still drag them to church: the one part of her Southern roots that had yet to change. He gave Asha. A small smile, the befuddled look on her face was kind of cute. It didn't take the wispy cut blonde locks or megadeth shirt for him to realize she was out of her comfort zone on this one. <i>'Just pretend'</i>, he mouthed. You didn't have to be a major Jesus freak or super Christian to believe in <i>something</i> no matter what it was. His mother had always told him, praying was just like having a conversation with God. Except now wasn't the time for chatter – Jacob was surprised that he found himself hopeful, <i>praying</i> that the kindness offered by strangers was just a sign that there was help along the way and their journey wasn't for naught.<br/>
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"Ah-men." He added some of the steam vegetables on the side along with a pre-cut corner of bread. Honestly, Jacob wasn't sure if i could eat it all and some part of him was already considering the easiest way to sneak it into his pockets when no one was looking. Was that being greedy? Or stealing? He and Ash had every intention of leaving tomorrow which meant they'd be leaving all these niceties behind. What harm would a piece of bread be for them on the road?<br/>
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The wavering smile on his face was the only thing to show that he was okay as Jacob struggled to wash down the bread not lodged in his throat. He coughed a few times, ducking his head while the bright pink blow of embarrassment caressed the surface of his cheeks. Flustered, he was just a bit slow to answer.<br/>
"We're not – we," Jacob sat back, glad that Ash seemed to coordinate her thoughts and say them much easier despite also being caught off guard. Though he didn't want to outright tell the truth. They had to be somewhat reserved amongst the strangers. There was a gentle tug at his heartstrings when she brought up saving him – saving him she did.<br/>
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"Yeah, I guess we kind of just clicked from the beginning. I'll admit it gets kind of lonely out there. You guys don't seem to have that problem though."<br/>
"Well, it's not the normal life for a teenager, nothing like when we grew up of course. isn't that right Leslie?"<br/>
"I guess I kind of always imagined highschool and all that; can't say this is any worse than being dead or stranded."<br/>
"What is it like?" Jacob was hoping to get the heat off of him and Ash – thinking of her in that way without knowing her was . . . strange. Or maybe it was just different feeling something for the other sex after a while. Boys would be boys after all – or at least that was the copout he was going for.<br/>
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"It's actually not so bad. Carl and Vince plan to go in tomorrow if the weather permits. If things aren't too hot, maybe you can join. Or did you guys plan on leaving?" Jacob wasn't so sure if they needed to move too quickly now. He did want to have a quick look. He looked toward Ash and gave her a teasing smile.<br/>
"Guess it's up to the missus."<br/>
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