"You do that." The food delivered that morning, scant as it was, was still sitting on the tray near the slot it had been pushed through. He'd been here before with Red Room. If he ate it all at once, hunger would be dogging his step until the next meal time. He wasn't healing so he didn't have a dire need for it. Most of it was still on the tray. While she was here with her guilty conscious, she might as well do something helpful as a good faith gesture.
"You can also take that to David now."
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