He held his own worm up. It wriggled sadly between his fingers, and for a few seconds, he thought he couldn't do it. When he realized he was being a wuss, he closed his eyes, folded the poor thing in half, then plunged it through, apologizing to it the whole time. He held up the hook, grinning brightly, proud of himself. He deserved a kiss. Again, he wished that Renly were here to see him being rough and masculine. Maybe he'd even let his own facial hair grow out a bit.
He waved away the Purell. "We'll be doing that every five minutes if you think about it," he said, then dunked his hook into the water. "So now we just wait?" he asked, staring at the surface of the water as one might stare at a pot waiting to boil.