"Porridge was kind of recognisable, so I figure why not?"
He spends the rest of the trudge back idly speculating on what they might have. Fish, he thinks, ice fishing is a thing. Lots of preserved meat. Smoked things. The more he talks about it, the hungrier he gets -- so when they finally get back to Central John is glad of both the warmth once more and the food. He picks up a thick, salty soup he can carry in a cup and some bread -- swipes a few bottles of alcohol and takes it back toward their room. Shouldering his way in John sets the soup and bottles on a side table, drops the wrapped bread onto the bed and begins shrugging off his jacket. The photos splay across the bed beside it as he dumps them out-- John, Mitch, Dex and Holland in their desert gear, Elizabeth and John by the balcony, John standing with two different people on a different balcony, a more harried scene indoors, and a small gathering in some kind of cell with a creature dressed in a way that distantly evokes 90's goth.
John moves to hang up his jacket, then ducks into the bathroom to quickly wash his hands and face a little. To generally clean up and warm up.
"So," he begins idly, "when you say your boss, are we talking about that guy or before that?"
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He spends the rest of the trudge back idly speculating on what they might have. Fish, he thinks, ice fishing is a thing. Lots of preserved meat. Smoked things. The more he talks about it, the hungrier he gets -- so when they finally get back to Central John is glad of both the warmth once more and the food. He picks up a thick, salty soup he can carry in a cup and some bread -- swipes a few bottles of alcohol and takes it back toward their room. Shouldering his way in John sets the soup and bottles on a side table, drops the wrapped bread onto the bed and begins shrugging off his jacket. The photos splay across the bed beside it as he dumps them out-- John, Mitch, Dex and Holland in their desert gear, Elizabeth and John by the balcony, John standing with two different people on a different balcony, a more harried scene indoors, and a small gathering in some kind of cell with a creature dressed in a way that distantly evokes 90's goth.
John moves to hang up his jacket, then ducks into the bathroom to quickly wash his hands and face a little. To generally clean up and warm up.
"So," he begins idly, "when you say your boss, are we talking about that guy or before that?"