Jim hates showing weakness in front of others, even if they're friends. Even that isn't enough to stop him from devouring half of the ration bar, barely tasting it at all, part of him embarrassed to be like this in front of people.
He stops himself from eating the other half, carefully wrapping it back up and shoving it into his other pocket, saving it for later. With a little food in his belly and the weight of more resting against him, the panic recedes a little, and he reminds himself that there's more still. He doesn't have to worry about it going bad before he can eat it, or worry about it getting stolen from him to feed someone else. Someone from the other list.
"Just... just a second." He skips getting a glass and drinks straight from the tap in the kitchen, cupping his hands to catch the water and raise it to his mouth. The last handful, he splashes on his face, as if it could help wash away the memories. It doesn't make a damn bit of difference, but the cold and wet helps anchor him to the here and now, just a little more.
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He stops himself from eating the other half, carefully wrapping it back up and shoving it into his other pocket, saving it for later. With a little food in his belly and the weight of more resting against him, the panic recedes a little, and he reminds himself that there's more still. He doesn't have to worry about it going bad before he can eat it, or worry about it getting stolen from him to feed someone else. Someone from the other list.
"Just... just a second." He skips getting a glass and drinks straight from the tap in the kitchen, cupping his hands to catch the water and raise it to his mouth. The last handful, he splashes on his face, as if it could help wash away the memories. It doesn't make a damn bit of difference, but the cold and wet helps anchor him to the here and now, just a little more.