<span style="font-family:Amaranth"><span style="font-size: 15px">"I'm glad that we were both able to convince some of these people to join us. Even just a few is better than none at all. Jerry and I are working on trying to get the King to agree. His fear is what's holding him back. But we're getting through to him, I know it. And that's what matters." With a soft sigh, he dropped down into a chair at the table and  was about to start eating the spaghetti on his plate. After a moment though, he paused and then looked over at Daryl. "Do you want some? I don't mind sharing. I'm sure that sandwich didn't really fill you up."<br/>
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 Jesus waited to see if Daryl was going to get up and join him at the table. He took his fork and split the spaghetti on his plate down the middle so that they could both have some, if the other man decided that he wanted some. After doing that, he got up and dug in the cabinet in the kitchen, and put Daryl's  half on another plate and set it down on the table. And once the food was separated, dug his fork into what remained of his portion and started to eat quietly.  After a few bites, he chewed and swallowed. "Are we gonna talk about the kiss?"</span></span>