[ before joel reaches for the beef jerky, peter already knows what's in store. he can't read thoughts or peer into futures or time travel, but he has spent his teenage years dabbling in petty theft so, you know, like recognizes like. he has his own stash of string cheese in the pocket of his supermarket issued work apron; it's fine. he gets it.
which means while joel is staring him down as he pockets his jerky and bourbon, peter meets his gaze directly across the aisle. ]
You good? [ he leans against his mop and bucket, pointing to the small puddle of goo near joel's feet. ] I'm just trying to mop up that spill.
petty theft
which means while joel is staring him down as he pockets his jerky and bourbon, peter meets his gaze directly across the aisle. ]
You good? [ he leans against his mop and bucket, pointing to the small puddle of goo near joel's feet. ] I'm just trying to mop up that spill.