[He watches him flop, sitting beside him on the edge and crossing his legs, sitting the bowl in his hand as he used the end of his lighter to pack it.]
"That sounds rad…"
[He holds it before looking over at his older self again and waits for a moment, the cheap lighter in his oversize hand. He’s waiting, a little nervous to overstep himself but finally he caves and lights his lighter. After a deep inhale he presses his thumb against the choke and looks over at Danny, holding it and furrowing his brow a little, exhaling deeply. After a few more minutes of just smoking and relaxing he points at the Lunchable sitting next to him. His stomach betrays the reality of how hungry he actually is.]
"Is this for me?"
"Yeah, it does. Big ol' nap after. Shit. Lunch, dinner, whichever one it is coming up. I dunno. I think there's gonna be a roast. Big meal with leftovers."
[You don't stop him from lighting the fuck up, maybe even ignoring it as you stare up at the ceiling. You're busy thinking, though, and you can't stop, and you want that nap to be earlier than after food, but whatever. Fuck it. Finally, he looks down at the Lunchable, and you rub your face, before smiling.]
"Yeah, man. Need something light when you go awhile without a lot of food before jumping into a meal. Got most of that... Food groups stuff. Eat up."
