"Chris?"
The young boy moved his face to the side.
"Peter..."
A familiar face greeted him with a puzzled look.
"What are you spacing out for?"
He looked at the small metal plate in his hands. There was nothing but a few small breadcrumbs left.
'Growl~'
A loud sound was made by his stomach in protest. He was still hungry.
"Here."
Tearing his loaf up to split it in half, Peter extended his hand towards him.
"You can have it."
"Are you sure?"
"Go ahead."
Chris moved his hand to grab the piece.
"What are you doing, Peter? Why are you sharing it with him?"
Oliver was against it.
"He needs it more."
"If you give your food away, then what are you going to eat?"
He retrieved his hand.
"I am fine. You don't have to share it with me."
Peter turned toward his friend and pouted in anger.
"Apologize to him."
"Why would I do that?"
Oliver was stubborn. They barely knew Chris, so why was Peter helping him out?
"If you don't, I am throwing this away."
