He'd taken the apple because it seemed like the next step. Casually, like they were friends and shared everything without having to ask. They had already shared two near-death experiences, but somehow being able to just reach out and snag an apple from the basket...that was a whole different level of relationship. He'd never really had that with anyone, but it couldn't be too late to start.
He'd thrown it away as soon as he'd taken one bite for appearances' sake. Bland, watery, no spice, no zing.
The fruit he wanted Clark to taste of would be very different.