[There's no choice but to be led there unless he wants even more bruises or to attract more unnecessary attention to himself, so he lets his body go limp so that she can march him off to wherever she wants to take him. And food does sound good...
Something sweet.
Why can't he only think about sweets?
Ugh, Break's body is terrible!]
...It's just turning out to be a bad luck day. [Break's voice sounds strange with this type of weak inflection, but he's too mortified to attempt to fake it.]
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Something sweet.
Why can't he only think about sweets?
Ugh, Break's body is terrible!]
...It's just turning out to be a bad luck day. [Break's voice sounds strange with this type of weak inflection, but he's too mortified to attempt to fake it.]
I'm sorry to trouble you.