[Simon practically jumps out of his skin when Hershel sneaks up on him. He makes a noise, something between a scream and a squeak, and he wobbles on his feet like he's about to faint. Eek.]
I'm--
[His stomach growls, snapping him to attention, and Simon looks at Hershel like a guilty dog caught doing something he shouldn't. He shouldn't be burdening other people with his problems, but...]
I-I'm really hungry. [He looks back at the cafeteria, overshooting "tempting" himself and landing somewhere close to "torturing" himself.] This is impossible. I don't think I can do this for much longer.
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I'm--
[His stomach growls, snapping him to attention, and Simon looks at Hershel like a guilty dog caught doing something he shouldn't. He shouldn't be burdening other people with his problems, but...]
I-I'm really hungry. [He looks back at the cafeteria, overshooting "tempting" himself and landing somewhere close to "torturing" himself.] This is impossible. I don't think I can do this for much longer.