As you make your rounds of selling papes, or at least trying to, you decide to take a quick rest.

You find a nice hideaway spot, a couple crates with a tarp over them giving some shade.

He slip your way in and sit down, sighing in relief.

"Hey, c'mon now." You recognize that voice.

"It's not that bad." Davey says as he leans against the side of your hideaway.

"You can't just take a break," He pauses to think for a moment. "Can you?"