[At the offer, Adam stares at the crackers for a moment. Stockpiling his room with supplies for Armageddon hadn't crossed his mind, and here he is without a handy dandy survival pack of his own.]
You should... keep it. I mean, it's yours, you found it. You might need it later.
[Take, take, take. In a way, that's all he's ever done, and even now something in him cares more about breaking that habit than taking advantage of someone else's generosity to survive. His mother had died because he'd been her son, because he'd needed protecting. He'd made the same mistakes with Sam and Dean. He'd needed protecting then, too. His own helplessness had screwed everything up.
Bela putting herself out there for him stirs that guilt, whipping it up into a froth.]
Let's go for now. It'll be safer in the bag, anyway.
[With that, he turns to scan the trees ahead of them.]
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You should... keep it. I mean, it's yours, you found it. You might need it later.
[Take, take, take. In a way, that's all he's ever done, and even now something in him cares more about breaking that habit than taking advantage of someone else's generosity to survive. His mother had died because he'd been her son, because he'd needed protecting. He'd made the same mistakes with Sam and Dean. He'd needed protecting then, too. His own helplessness had screwed everything up.
Bela putting herself out there for him stirs that guilt, whipping it up into a froth.]
Let's go for now. It'll be safer in the bag, anyway.
[With that, he turns to scan the trees ahead of them.]