Nice of him to offer a way out, if such a thing even existed. His food had finally arrived though, making it really hard to keep feeling sorry for himself and pissed at everyone else, especially with cash in his pocket now. He takes a long hard look at the food laid out in front of him knowing full well that accepting this meal and the money, accepting their help, it all meant that he would be expected to pull his own weight at least at some point. Chris makes a stern stare at Chuck, inqusition across his brow. Could he really trust this guy? He didn't really feel he had all that much of a choice. He lifts the burger to his mouth and chomps away at it like it was the best hunk of meat he had ever tasted.
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