Dean settled down and pull out the two paper wrapped pieces of deliciousness. He handed one over to the hobo, taking one of the newly opened bottles. He was more than happy to enjoy all this together.
"This is the life." He pulled the paper back to expose the deliciousness inside; he bit into the goodness, not at all hiding the moan. It was good, so damn good. How could anyone dislike this? How could anyone not like all this?
He smiled as he chewed. He didn't look at the hobo beside him, or not at first. Soon he opened his eyes and waited for the hobo's reaction, a boyishly hopeful smile on the hunter's lips.