[ Oz ducks his head then, shoulders slumped. ] So they are gone.
[ poor Gil. He's gone through this so, so many times. He has to do something, anything. But there's nothing he can do besides scoot a little closer and lean against Gil's side, peeking into the basket and what else might be hidden within. ]
You made sandwiches? [ he's not changing the subject; he's just trying to get Gil to look up again. A master looks out for his own after all. ]
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[ poor Gil. He's gone through this so, so many times. He has to do something, anything. But there's nothing he can do besides scoot a little closer and lean against Gil's side, peeking into the basket and what else might be hidden within. ]
You made sandwiches? [ he's not changing the subject; he's just trying to get Gil to look up again. A master looks out for his own after all. ]