More than anything

He casts a thoughtful sidelong glance in her direction, turning that over in his mind before accepting it. She's probably right. He'd like to think she's right. It's encouraging rather than dismissive, the way she says it. But at the same time, he can't help but wonder. She doesn't know what he's already been through, both at home and here. And he's still... this.

That feels far too dark, though, so he smiles as she enjoys one of the muffins, reaching out to take one for himself. "I'm not surprised," he offers. "They're made by Greta, after all. Do you know Greta?" He asks that suddenly, a little surprised he doesn't already know. She could be here because she knows Greta, or it could just be having heard there was mutual aid happening. He sometimes forgets how small their community really is, and that all his friends might actually know each other to some degree. An oddly bolstering thought.