"Yeah." The eternal gnawing hunger that is teenage boyhood has taken a brief break; he's not going to be able to finish these fries. There's something else that happens every time he tells someone about Samantha, even when they're not weird about it. Every doubt enters his mind all over again: What if she's dead? What if there's no one left to find? What if his parents already know that and haven't told him out of some kind of misguided belief that knowing would destroy him, too?

He can push all those thoughts away for now, but they're going to haunt him once he's trying to sleep.

But Dana's being cool about everything, at least, and he can't really ask for more than that right now. "Me, too. Uh - want some more fries?"