[Something twists in his gut, something he can't really explain. Why should he feel bad for this kid? He's just some welp with a home to go back to. He doesn't need his-- what, pity? Charity? They can do this. Fuck everyone who turned them out here. He doesn't need anyone but her.

He picks a bit at the fruit in his hands, ears dropping low.]

Look, 'ss not... it's just cuz, okay? It's not you, it's everybody. Just cuz you gave me a fruit doesn't mean you won't decide you want somethin' once you see it.