He didn't have many things in life so what he did manage to scrape up, he should be thankful for. Acquaintances. Okay, well he supposed that would do, it would have to do. Better than strangers, better than nothing. Something was always better than nothing at all. A little stale and crunchy weeds was better than nothing in your belly at all. Licking the brown dirt covered ice was better than nothing to drink. That wasn't living though, that was surviving.
He turned his head as if contemplating something, trying to focus on it without distraction. If everyone lies then what made this not a lie? What did he have to lose if it was, and did it matter? His thought is lost as the man speaks again, he too had been left by his mother. Below thought he should feel sorry, but he felt interested instead. It gave them something in common, it made him feel better for some reason. This guy looked okay, maybe he would be okay too.
"Come with you? I can? Well, okay I guess. Ain't doin' nothin' here, might find someone to clean me up too." He let the thought pass his lips, feeling assured just by saying them. Yes, a good cleaning, some good food, maybe things would be better in the morning. Struggling to clamber out of the bush, he raked his skin a good few times, much to his dismay. Each one received a sour look as he made his way, but eventually he was out.
BELOW