Friday, Month X, Day O
We ran out of food, but Feliciano is better. I went out hunting, so him and Antonio were alone in the car.
It's comfort, they're just comforting each other. I keep telling myself that, but Antonio didn't have to let Feli sleep on his shoulder… Cry on his shoulder…
Feliciano didn't have to stop talking to me again.
Neither of them are talking to me. They keep whispering in their romance languages.
It's not romance. It's not romance. It's not romance.
Friday II, Month X, Day O
Antonio was incapacitated for a bit, but he's still with us. I got us about 5 kg of food and found some fruit.
It was enough. We made it there. I'll let us rest for a few hours.