It was torturous to consider, but undeniably true.
The boy's stomach roared violently and persistently from desperation to obtain a fulfilling repast of any sort, it nor taste buds would be fastidious or choosy. Finn hadn't had a meal, even a small bite, since who knows when.
He noticed the man glimpsing over to check on him every moment he happened to make a response to grief. The man definitely cared, and the boy was grateful and appreciative, though of the reason, he asked. Of course it was the man's job to save him, the man could not just allow those reprobates to empty him of dignity and senses. But why did the man do it? Not everyone tends to their job if they are not interested or feel insecure enough to back away. The man must have been super determined or dedicated to jump into the darkness and be his saver.
A repeat, why did the man do it? The boy saw no trail of special qualities or reliable skills; he was useless in his mind but it was not deliberate, only a habit of reflecting on others' say. Though it had been true. What made him appear so significant in the man's eyes? How did the man, actually, what did the man find so magnificent of him?
"I can tell someone's hungry," the man chuckled.
Oh, right. The boy was reminded of his desire for food. He'd just been so adjusted to putting it off that it... Don't mind that. He wouldn't speak of anything pertaining his suffering right now, he must relish and treasure this unique opportunity to adore the soft side of reality. "Yeah, sort of." Besides, he was obviously overwrought, enough to admit it and know the way to escape.
The man stood and led him to a large although barren joint on the edge of the block. He hurried to a booth and he curled up protectively while the man slid in right next to him. The man barely being a few inches away made the boy smile with security and heaps of protection, not to mention a warm grin back at him.