"I got a sandwich now, mate, I should be fine." Gideon explained as he entered the queue and set the basket down, looking at the comics Holden had put into it. "You get it from blood? Woah. Yeah, if you got it, my dad definitely does." Gideon laughed cause to him, it was pretty funny. He smiled at Holden, wondering if he was still in loads of pain. Probably.

His arm was all bandaged and his face was black and reddish. He knew how that sort of pain felt.

"I'll carry the shopping back for you." Gideon told him, happy to carry his milk home. "... What you eating for lunch?"