It wasn't easy work for James to suppress the tears that seemed to well every single time someone showed him a kindness that went beyond his age, that wanted to look after the person inside, that reminded him of the smiles that his mama used to give him every morning. The hand that the lady offered was just that, and James managed an ugly cough before he quickly rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, not wanting to show weakness, but guessing that she'd see it anyone. The smart adults always did. Biting down on his lip, he pushed away his reservations, and reached out a careful hand to wrap around hers.
"Like... like the buffet?" he asks, hating the quaver in his voice and resolving to speak as little as he had to. "I— I used to go to the buffet. They made the adults pay, so they told me to eat everything I could, kinda make up for the money."
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Date: 2011-08-12 05:46 pm (UTC)"Like... like the buffet?" he asks, hating the quaver in his voice and resolving to speak as little as he had to. "I— I used to go to the buffet. They made the adults pay, so they told me to eat everything I could, kinda make up for the money."