Andrew seemed to be in a better mood – at least compared to the others. He fished out a small package from his back pocket.
“These might make y’all feel better,” he muttered but grimaced a little. “But there ain’t much to go around.” Tearing the package open, he popped a few into his mouth and passed the rest around.
His eyes met Mark’s for a brief moment.
“Forgotten ‘bout them,” he told Mark, smiling shyly. “But thanks, though.”