[The book gets a sheepish smile, and he responds by storing it in his sweater to be read later. And he's about to thank him when-
...That's a dog. Oh no.
Jack lets out a little squeak and drops the box with a wince, as if he'd been burnt. Belatedly he notices the snacks must have suffered from the fall, but he stops halfway through the motion of picking the box up. He doesn't want to look at the dog. He lets out a small noise of indecision.]
Sorry... sorry... fucking shit, I'm really sorry... [For a second he almost seems like he's expecting to get punished for it.]
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...That's a dog. Oh no.
Jack lets out a little squeak and drops the box with a wince, as if he'd been burnt. Belatedly he notices the snacks must have suffered from the fall, but he stops halfway through the motion of picking the box up. He doesn't want to look at the dog. He lets out a small noise of indecision.]
Sorry... sorry... fucking shit, I'm really sorry... [For a second he almost seems like he's expecting to get punished for it.]