[The first day, implying there will be many more to come. Van starts to say something and then, as that thought sinks in, shakes his head and averts his gaze instead.
How long? That is the question he would like to ask. How long will he be stranded here and separated from his friends? From his country? How ever will he get back home? Though if this stranger knew the answer, Van supposes he'd have already gone back to where he came from.]
No, I'm fine. Thanks...but I don't need anything else.
[But that's not entirely true, is it? And he realizes this quickly, allowing him to amend...]
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How long? That is the question he would like to ask. How long will he be stranded here and separated from his friends? From his country? How ever will he get back home? Though if this stranger knew the answer, Van supposes he'd have already gone back to where he came from.]
No, I'm fine. Thanks...but I don't need anything else.
[But that's not entirely true, is it? And he realizes this quickly, allowing him to amend...]
Although...your name. What is it?