[His mother would do that and for an instant he feels homesick and grief-ridden, missing Ma wells up like an hurricane, coming and going suddenly, leaving only wrecks and husks behind in its wake.]
S'great.
[He eats, chewing slowly, his mind still thinks the bruises are there even if physically, they're not.]
Thanks.
[For the punches, not the food. He shouldn't have needed that, but he did, and it's done now.]
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S'great.
[He eats, chewing slowly, his mind still thinks the bruises are there even if physically, they're not.]
Thanks.
[For the punches, not the food. He shouldn't have needed that, but he did, and it's done now.]