[ Joel is not trusting that smile, how can he? He looks down at the offered pouch, at Cesare, and then down again at the offered little bag. He hears how the contents shake. Obviously it's not filled with mini bombs, they'd be dead by now or Cesare would've blown off his own damn hand. It's a familiar clinking.
... Ammo.
So why is this guy offering to him a bag of ammo?
Joel reaches out after a moment of pondering to reluctantly take the bag from Cesare's hand. ]
no subject
... Ammo.
So why is this guy offering to him a bag of ammo?
Joel reaches out after a moment of pondering to reluctantly take the bag from Cesare's hand. ]
And what's this?