[ Clark finds a small spot to sit down, cross-legged. He fishes the bar out of his pocket and eats quietly, folding up the wrapper to dispose of later. Silence doesn't bother him, and the world is never fully silent.
He watches Flint cooking, distracted only listening for anyone outside who might need help. ]
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He watches Flint cooking, distracted only listening for anyone outside who might need help. ]