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[greatoldjohn]

[in a rather deep voice] "This is John Doe. Please leave your message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I may respond in text if I'm currently with Arthur. Apologies."

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[pitofguilt]

I'll trade double the usual for chocolate.

[ Honey might be relatively easy to come by, but nothing compares the processed sweets of the past. Maybe it'll taste like utter shit to her now, buy nostalgia is a powerful drug. ]

Is this... what you do? Find infected people and... just talk to them?

[greatoldjohn]

[ He was about to dig into his bag before he pauses and nods to her. ]

Pretty much. I think it's important.

[ There's a small squirm back and forth before he moves a few things and pulls out-

A plastic-wrapped piece of chocolate. Just one cube. ]

Welcome to the world, Natalie. Today's your lucky day. And here's proof.

[pitofguilt]

[ She freezes in place for a full second, staring at the candy in his hand. His voice sounds like it's right in her head, all-encompassing, reassuring, caring. She feels as if she'd fight by his side, and sit with him on quiet nights, and explore the wilderness with him just for the joy of it.

Slowly, she lifts her gaze to his, as the rest of the world comes back into focus. ]

My next kill is yours. All of it.

[ He can keep it for himself, or he can use it to help other people the way he helped her. As she reaches out to take the chocolate, she feels lighter than she has in decades. ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ He shakes his head and he can't help a slightly wicked-sounding laugh. There's no ill-intent in it, it's clearly just how his gruff voice sounds. ]

Oh no, don't you dare. This is a gift! A welcome to the world. The next kill you make, we'll share. As friends.

[pitofguilt]

[ She hasn't had a real friend since she left Seattle. This is... this could be okay. ]

Is saving my life not gift enough?

[greatoldjohn]

[ That gets a firm headshake and a smile. ]

Nah. I do this for me. I don't even know you yet. I didn't do it for you, so it's not a gift. All I did was help you make a decision.

The chocolate is something I'm giving.

[pitofguilt]

[ That doesn't sound right, but it also doesn't seem right for her to push when he's the reason she's still even get to be thinking about it. So she nods, pops the chocolate in her mouth, and closes her eyes. The clock has always been ticking on her life, and on everyone's. Now she doesn't have the threat of infection to worry about, maybe she can relax. ]

It's good. [ The chocolate. ] Thanks.

[greatoldjohn]

[ His grin is lopsided but genuine. ]

I was hoping so. Better it goes to someone who could appreciate it. Look at that: you were willing to give a whole kill and I just gave it away. You valued it more than me.

[pitofguilt]

You valued my life more than me.

[ As if that's even remotely the same. No. It's a way to impress upon him the magnitude of what he's done for her. ]