
he plops! down on the bleachers beside her, slightly worn backpack falling between his legs as hands begin rummaging blindly. a bottle of orange juice emerges, followed quickly by a cold breakfast sandwich. he would have gotten it warmed, but then he would have had to pay. besides, it’s just as good cold. (he would know.)
❛ here, ❜ alex voices, holding the food out to her. he doesn’t mention that he wasn’t able to steal anything for himself on account of a clerk growing suspicious. ❛ woulda got you coffee, but—— ❜ a nod towards her belly, a lopsided, juvenile smile reserved almost solely for izzie perking up his features.