[He waits for an explanation, for anything that will clear up a handful of the questions encompassing his head.

But instead, he’s met with a growl of a stomach — and it certainly isn’t coming from him. Connor raises a brow.]

…

[And, stepping forward, he bends down to grab the half-spilled bag paper bag, then reaching out to place everything quickly and effectively back within.]

You can tell me after you eat, then. And we can deal with my clothing situation to the best of your judgment, too, if that will be a concern.