BRIAR'S POV
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"What are you looking for?" I hop onto the kitchen counter, feet swaying back and forth. "Food," Fenrys chirps while continuing to open and close cupboards. "Everything will be too old," I mutter, by I wish I didn't, because the next moment, he opens a cupboard with small little plastic bags, filled with preserved foods. "Thank the Gods," Fenrys nearly groans at the sight, and I muffle a laugh. "For food?" I ask surprised, and my eye catches on how his shoulders tense, on the muscles flexing in his back, straining his shirt. Slowly, his neck twists so that he looks back at me over his shoulder, "Aren't you hungry?" He asks with the simplest tone, as if it were natural, but it's his eyes that give him away.
"Yeah," I nod, and he remains quiet as he turns back to the prese
