He's been mostly rationing what he's eating. Because he's read the dossier, and logically he knows the false feeling of constant starvation is a matter of faulty biology and misfiring synapses. That eating himself sick isn't going to do anything significant but waste his supplies. And—maybe even more importantly—there's something in knowing he still has the will to stop.
(For now.)
That doesn't mean he isn't feeling the constant pressure of it. Or that it isn't getting a lot harder to ignore. He's partway through his second cigarette when she wanders in and makes herself comfortable next to him. Despite himself, he manages to crack a small and crooked smile in response to hers while he stubs his smoke out on the windowsill.]
My hero.
[It's only sort of ironic. (Just because he's shit at asking for moral support doesn't mean he doesn't need it.) Besides, self control is all well and good, but there's a time and a place for empty calories.]
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He's been mostly rationing what he's eating. Because he's read the dossier, and logically he knows the false feeling of constant starvation is a matter of faulty biology and misfiring synapses. That eating himself sick isn't going to do anything significant but waste his supplies. And—maybe even more importantly—there's something in knowing he still has the will to stop.
(For now.)
That doesn't mean he isn't feeling the constant pressure of it. Or that it isn't getting a lot harder to ignore. He's partway through his second cigarette when she wanders in and makes herself comfortable next to him. Despite himself, he manages to crack a small and crooked smile in response to hers while he stubs his smoke out on the windowsill.]
My hero.
[It's only sort of ironic. (Just because he's shit at asking for moral support doesn't mean he doesn't need it.) Besides, self control is all well and good, but there's a time and a place for empty calories.]