[Don't you sass him. He rolls his eyes before he sets the backpack on the ground, opening the top before slipping his arm into it. He digs all the way down, arm up to his shoulder disappearing into the bag as he starts pulling out a bunch of supplies. A tent. A bunch of food. Cooking oils. Blankets. Clothes. Two jars with what looks like runes written on them that he's being careful with. Another sleeping bag. Books. More books. Pretty much anything Hiro thought he'd need for the last month and as the pile grows he just looks at Billy, both eyebrows raised.]
I got myself a Christmas present. Trust me. We're going to be fine no matter where we end up. [Is the point proven? Can he put all of this stuff back now?]
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I got myself a Christmas present. Trust me. We're going to be fine no matter where we end up. [Is the point proven? Can he put all of this stuff back now?]