[ Can't it be both? It's definitely both. Bones fit as a weird hobby and uncontrollable hoarding need.
He stops in his work to look at Trevor. Definitely not the best shape he's ever seen him in. The changes must be hitting him particularly hard and he can sympathize with that (how weird it is to be able to feel that emotion now...). ]
You look like shit. [ A beat. Oh, this might not be a welcome offer, but...The deer is recently dead and still warm. ] Do you want its blood instead?
[ It's not a cruel offer, quite the opposite. He expects it to be taken as a jab, though. It's fine. ]
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He stops in his work to look at Trevor. Definitely not the best shape he's ever seen him in. The changes must be hitting him particularly hard and he can sympathize with that (how weird it is to be able to feel that emotion now...). ]
You look like shit. [ A beat. Oh, this might not be a welcome offer, but...The deer is recently dead and still warm. ] Do you want its blood instead?
[ It's not a cruel offer, quite the opposite. He expects it to be taken as a jab, though. It's fine. ]