He hesitates with the fork, trying to surreptitiously run his finger up over the top then down to the tines. Still, James is more focused on listening to Sharon. Over their time spent together he had learned her tells, learning how to look at her and know she was lying to him. He has that same feeling now, but there's no way to know.

Finally, he shakes his head. "No, I can handle it." He stabs the fork into the can then brings it out. He lifts the fork to his mouth and manages to drip fruit juice all down his front but does get a few pieces of the fruit into his mouth, which is the important part. He stabs in again. He slurps at the juice after a few moments then remembers to offer the can to Sharon. "Here, eat."

If he had his sight and they had the time, he would be able to hunt, catch them some food. But all the have to live off of is what Sharon managed to get into the pack. And after carrying it for several hours, he knows it's not even heavy with food.