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Bornes put his hand up to refuse the crackers.

He took another sip of the beer, shaking his head slightly. This wasn't going to get him drunk. But he considered himself a slight bit of a masochist. And tasting something horrible wasn't as painful, but did do its job.

"Well enough," he lied. His back was sore and his head still was as well. "You?"

Bornes let out a soft chuckle before finishing the beer and grunting as he put it back on the counter.

He shook his head slightly and coughed. "Let's go," he rasped, going back toward the Duffel bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Choose the direction and let us just go."

He stopped in his tracks and gently put down the bag again. "Oh. I'm sorry; it slipped my mind."

He unzipped the bag and went back to get the things and dump them in the bag.

Once Isiah began to pack the bag, Bornes took a back seat to the action and watched, feeling a bit helpless. Had the world still been in tact, Bornes would be playing the part of the mysterious man one didn't want to mess with. Bornes had kept with the act all through the vault and yesterday, but today there seemed almost no point in keeping it. Isiah would find out eventually, if he hadn't already, and Bornes was still exausted. He was not a morning person, and the way he had woken up didn't make it any better.

At the suggestion of Isiah carrying the bag, Bornes shifted his weight almost uncomfortably. "You're not used to distance walking, and with that much weight...." He let the thought escape his unsure lips and hang as he took a small step back.

Bornes suddenly didn't like Isiah. He had been interesting at first, but had never pegged him as a homosexual. Being gay was acceptable for Bornes. As long as he wasn't being forced to see the action he was fine with that, and wasn't going to judge Isiah as a lesser man for it-- at least, not intentionally. But being gay was normally something Bornes could at least pick up on, get a hint of, and no such thought had ever crossed the hybrid's mind. If such a huge part of Isiah's character was completely lost, what other assumptions Bornes had made were false? What else could this man hide?

He shook his head. Stay calm, Bornes. Stay confident. Now of all times is not one to question yourself. Never question yourself.
"You said you were tired before," he finally remarked, his body steadying, become less nervous. "I'm used to walking long distances with weight. I should hold the bag until we're sure your stamina is well enough. It would be no good for either of us if one of us pulled a muscle or were too tired to walk for a day."

Though, as soon as Bornes said it, he thought to himself: Why would it matter how quickly they leave town? There's nothing anymore. Nothing. The world had been turn asunder. Everything Bornes knew was gone now- in ruin. The realization hadn't really hit him until he had seen it with his own eyes.

Bornes was used to not talking with anyone, and watching people- being somewhat of a loner. But he was used to people being there. Being truly alone was irking him more than he ever thought it would, and his body language became less authoritative to show for it.

Bornes took a step back as Isiah dropped the bag, and he bumped into the back of a booth. He flinched a bit, caught off-guard, but tried to cover it up by walking forward almost immediately and picking up the bag, throwing it over his shoulder with a grunt.

He too began to walk out of the restaurant once more, following Isiah. After a few moments he tried to speak up. "I'm sorry," he was trying to seem compassionate. It was coming off awkward instead.
"I'm not acting like this because you're gay."

He looked around somewhat, his sunglasses beginning to blind him, as the sun was almost finished setting. Bornes knew he should take them off soon, but now he felt too awkward to do so. His eyes, even moreso than his tail, were the most expressive things about him and he knew Isiah wasn't stupid. The man could probably read him like a child's book if he hadn't begun to do so already.

"Ehh..." Bornes gave a confused and awkward sigh.

"That hadn't even crossed my mind," he relented.

He took a few more steps, trying to think of his words. "It's just. I read people. That's what I do. I'm sure you've figured that out. And I didn't know... Or even guess... You were not straight. It's not because you're gay, Isiah. It's because I didn't know and now I am uncomfortable because I don't know what else I could be wrong about when I make assumptions on your behavior."

Oh, that was great. Be completely and brutally honest. That's not a horrible thing to do at all. Bornes winced slightly, wishing he could slap himself.
"I apologize," he hastily added. "I should not say it like that. I just... I don't know." He was babbling now. "I wouldn't care if you hit on me."
Oh good, dig the hole deeper, Bornes!
Brilliant!

Bornes nearly lost his balance as Isiah pulled him in, and aside from his face turning to one of awkward discomfort, he didn't try to get away. He bit back a growl and his tail flailed for a bit after the swat on his a**, but after a few seconds his voice calmed enough for him to reply with "There's a difference between flirting and being cruel."

He frowned and stopped to push his sunglasses atop his head so he could see better. After blinking a few times in the dark his eyes adjusted and he continued onward, now much more perceptive and less likely to lag behind Isiah.

"So what is the type of man Isiah likes?" he snorted.

Bornes wasn't quite sure how to handle the homoerotic insult from earlier but he was sure he probably deserved it. He still wanted to somehow get Isiah back, however.

"hah!" Bornes scoffed, looking away. "You said I was not your type. So unless you lied, I think it would be quite" he narrowed his stark green eyes as he moved his gaze to stare through Isiah "entertaining to know."