He heard the words, even if Korbin spoke them with his back to him. He heard the hitching breath, the pain behind them. He had wanted to like Korbin, to be his friend, but such a thing required both parties to be on the same page - and Korbin had made it quite clear he was reading a different book. Still, Chulane was a caring individual, behaving this way only because past experience with Korbin told him if he tried to show he cared about the boy in any way, the boy reacted… poorly.
He stopped walking, and reached into a pocket. Before Korbin could get out of his reach, he stood in his path, proffering the biscuits he had plucked from the depths of his own jacket. "Try them," he said, pressing them into the boy's hand, looking over the frozen-tearful face of the boy before him, with a frown on his own face. He sighed. Was he really going to let the boy wander aimlessly still? "Why did you follow me, just now?" he asked gently.
He stopped walking, and reached into a pocket. Before Korbin could get out of his reach, he stood in his path, proffering the biscuits he had plucked from the depths of his own jacket. "Try them," he said, pressing them into the boy's hand, looking over the frozen-tearful face of the boy before him, with a frown on his own face. He sighed. Was he really going to let the boy wander aimlessly still? "Why did you follow me, just now?" he asked gently.
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