[Scott's coming back from the mess hall, and he has an apple clenched between his teeth as he struggles to pull a gray sweatshirt on. It keeps getting tangled behind him, and he finally flails his arms to free them and start over when the yelling has his head snapping up.
When he sees who it is, the apple drops out of his mouth.]
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When he sees who it is, the apple drops out of his mouth.]
Holy shit.
Holy shit, it's you.