Roman jumped, having nearly dozed off. He turned and brushed his long hair aside to get a look at whoever had spoken to him but...he had gone.

He yawned, rolling his shoulders under his winter armor, and considered nestling back down and seeing if he could catch the comet tail of that dream he'd almost had before the bell over the door chimed again.

Zack's voice was the same as the voice who'd woken him up and Roman turned and untucked one mitten from his opposite sleeve to hold his hand out and receive...a sandwich?

Roman stared at it for a moment as though he didn't know what it was. He couldn't pay for the bus with this, but once the smell of good bread hit his nose, his guts loudly reminded him just how far he'd walked and how tired he was.

"God bless you."

That was what he'd learned worked best. No chit chat, no sob story, just a thanks.