R tried not to take it too personally. He'd definitely had his better days.

Exchanging a last look in Ellie's direction, R unclenched his fingers from around their death grip on the ratty sleeping bag, his joints creaking in protest. It was shaky going trying to work the zipper with the way his fingers kept slipping and sliding. Eventually he got it. A can of beans rolled out as he stood back up, bumping up against Ellie's foot like a gift from whatever God thought throwing a killer strain of fungus as also a good idea.