[He doesn't leap at Chris, though some part of him wants to. Some instinct deep inside of Josh knows that as hungry as he is, Chris is - frankly - made of meat. And would that be so bad?
Yes is what another part of Josh says, and for now, at least, that's the part that's in control. That control may be hanging by a thread, but for now it's there, and it doesn't matter if Chris moves like prey, or if it's his fault Josh has been trapped in a room for days. He's still a friend, a person, and eating him would be wrong.
He follows Chris, head turning to track the walls as they pass. He's spent enough time in this house, but it all looks different right now. Dimmer, stranger.
He doesn't say anything, but his attention flickers back to Chris regularly, because Chris is moving. He's supposed to follow, and he does, but part of him wants to hunt.]
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Yes is what another part of Josh says, and for now, at least, that's the part that's in control. That control may be hanging by a thread, but for now it's there, and it doesn't matter if Chris moves like prey, or if it's his fault Josh has been trapped in a room for days. He's still a friend, a person, and eating him would be wrong.
He follows Chris, head turning to track the walls as they pass. He's spent enough time in this house, but it all looks different right now. Dimmer, stranger.
He doesn't say anything, but his attention flickers back to Chris regularly, because Chris is moving. He's supposed to follow, and he does, but part of him wants to hunt.]