Heron Lake Plateau mac and cheese calzone

-Buck-a-whats?- he asked, but the answer didn't really matter. Probably just a made-up word meant to lighten the mood. Then again, what exactly was a stooge? Maybe it was best left unknown, as he couldn't imagine Towhee saying anything too nice to him. Speaking of Towhee... she seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him all together. He blinked, but he tried not to overthink it. It didn't occur to him that somebody might not want to look at his still-healing wound.

-Okay is probably the right word,- he said. -I don't know if there's anything to be done about Camilla. I feel fucking awful for letting them get away. When I found her, I told her I'd protect her, and now...- Well, they knew what had happened. He'd failed. He couldn't go after them, or he'd risk losing Towhee again. As much as he wasn't sure how to admit it, he did miss having her around. Sure she was odd, but he felt like she had just started to break out of the very thick shell that surrounded her on all sides.