He sucked up his pride and walked into the room.
They were all staring at him, eyebrows raised, hands on their hips.
"Well?"
He stares blankly at the speaker. "Well, what?"
"Do you...um...want dinner?"
He stares at the set up. Regular food. Soup, bread, what-not. His stomach does a small flip. He's hungry, and they know it.
He glances at the girl. She's eying him suspiciously. He frowns.
"We made extra." She speaks in a monotone.
"Fine then," he mumbles. He waits for the others to take their seats, before sitting down himself. He's unsure as to what he's supposed to do. It's been a while since he's eaten in front of...other people.
"Erm...pass the peas?" The Wallop tries to break the silence. The kid obliges him, handing over the small bowl.
He looks at his own empty plate. It's...an awkward situation. He clears his throat.
"I guess this is a bit weird for you, isn't it?"
He looks up and stares at the kid. Leaf green eyes look him over. He prays it's not sympathy he sees on that face.
"A little." He blinks a few times.
He grits his teeth, reaches out, and grabs the soup ladle. He spoons a minuscule amount into his bowl. The others start eating, their eyes purposely focused away from him. After a few hesitant seconds, he takes a small sip.
Man, that's good soup.