Dude, I suck at running even when I'm healthy. Little legs and feet that didn't touch the ground for over a year before I got here, you know? Chomping me now and then can't make me suck much more than I already do. I think.

[ Stupid honesty caveats.

But okay. This is a problem. The thought of Beckett asking other people for donations makes her feel vaguely uneasy, so it isn't likely to be a pleasant thought for him either. So. Alternatives? She's supposed to come up with solutions to things. It's her freaking job. ]

What if... what if we schedule a trip back downtown sometime soon. We can stock up on food, which will keep me and Rhys healthy enough to keep donating, and we can stop by the meat section to find something suitably bloody for you. Then you can alternate between that and - you know, the chompings?