"What about my eyes?" he asked, pointing towards his eyes. "No way! I do not want to see my dad and his junk. I would forever be scared and no amount of food would fix it."
Watching Kira trying to figure out how to get herself inside was actually kind of amusing. "Okay," he said as he put his hands up and took a step back. If she didn't want help, he wasn't going to give it to her. Well, until she actually asked for it. Then he would.
"You could have come through the front door," he told her as he started to rummage around in the food bag. "But that would have been at your own risk."
Jackpot! He grabbed the curly fries and pulled them out from the bag. He sat down on the edge of his desk and shoved probably far too many fries into his mouth. "Are you sure don't want any help?" he asked around the mouthful of food.