[ Listening to Dick eat, he thinks of his mother worrying about their next meal, on the really bad days, and he deliberately doesn't look at the kid. It wasn't fair. He and Steve were used to it, but for kids like these - it just wasn't fair. Life wasn't, in general, but it didn't stop a fella from wanting something better. ]
[ He spots a familiar figure coming down the road, and smiles reflexively. ]
[ Fondly, ] You gonna stop worryin'? [ he waves at Steve ] Hey, bud! Over here.
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[ He spots a familiar figure coming down the road, and smiles reflexively. ]
[ Fondly, ] You gonna stop worryin'? [ he waves at Steve ] Hey, bud! Over here.