âThanks.â He said softly. He looked at the nachoâs pushing it aside and opened up his sketchbook. Flipping to a brand new page, the boy began to sketch something out. It helped him cope with everything, even if he did say he was alright. âYou donât have to stay here. I can be by myself honestly.â
His eyes glanced up at man, not moving his head. âIt might be better sulking with someone by your side rather than by yourself.â His eyes noticed the sketchbook but he kept his mouth shut.












