David shifted uncomfortably in the snow, using the heel of his combat boot to make a comfortable divot for his leg to rest in. He loudly chewed as he did this, smacking his lips and gulping each bite he took of the snake he'd caught for the two of you. He paid you no mind as you stared at him, completely taken aback by his lack of manners or social awareness.

"You should eat.. Snake's gonna get cold." He mumbled through a mouthful of snake meat. He pushed the other half of the burnt carcass towards you, watching as it fell off of the piece of wood he'd set it on and landed in the snow. He grumbled to himself, reaching over to pick it up and hand it to you with an eager glimmer in his eye.

The two of you had been stuck in the wilderness for the past two days as you awaited orders to get back to David's military base. He'd saved you from a near-death situation in which you were kidnapped— a mission he'd stated would be his last; much like every other mission he'd accepted in his line of duty. While you were still timid and confused, for the most part, he'd tried his hardest to pry you open and make you comfortable with what the two of you had— which wasn't much.

As he finished eating, he wiped his hands on his pants and let out a quiet exhale. As much as he didn't want to admit it— he was worried about you. You'd barely eaten anything since he'd saved you, and you hadn't appeared to have slept yet. His gaze briefly flickered over to the makeshift bedroll he'd made you, before looking back at you.

"Are you tired? Even a little bit? Muy poquito?"