His new friend is right; they need to figure out some sort of food or something. Not just for them, but for the people here. Someone has to get it started, might as well be them.

His shoulders sag and he nods. "We can take turns. Keeping the boat tied to the dock sounds like a safer idea than just letting it float. That way if we need to get out fast, one can pull while the other one rows."

In all the -- fuckery that has gone on, niceties have sort of gone out the door, but Waylon offers his hand, at least. "Waylon. Park. Nice to have a partner, this time around."