Dee gave up trying to make turning look smooth. He eventually stopped altogether, and just leaned forward, hands dangling between his thin legs. He looked up at the buses, now halfway across the lot, and back down again.

"Look, I know that compared to all of that... this is stupid. I have one of these coming. Not exactly like this, but still... a...a motorized chair. That everyone is going to see me in... probably for the rest of my life... that doesn't mean I have to like it... or want it..."

He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve.

"I'm... not hungry anymore."

He awkwardly climbed out of the chair. His legs were shaky, but he could still walk, damnit.