WHO IS IN CONTROL? / OPEN, JOINING

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As the stranger began to move Johnny backed up, glancing at Haris. She probably knew more than him. Hopefully anyway. "[b]I'm not," he mumbled in a weird attempt at a soothing voice, "uh, don't move... Uh, uhm, do you need water?" Slowly so the stranger could see his every move he pulled out a scratched up water bottle. A moment later he brought out the little food he had, some meat strips and some wild onions. Thats all he could do.

"Can I pick you up?" He didn't expect the other to say yes, but it was better then just picking him. "So I can get you indoors?" What a dumb thing to say. He should have just left when he had the chance, let someone more equipped for the job handle it. Anxious, he pushed the items he had taken from his bag forward, nodding his head toward it. Damnit. Damnit, he was wasting things he had worked his ass off for. The kid was acting like a rat cornered by a bunch of alley cats, it was absolutely pathetic. He looked away as the kid just stared at him. Was he dumb? Yeah, that must be it, the guy was slow. Of course. Birds of a feather flock together or whatever.