Daniel stared at the small ration pack in Ethan's outstretched hand, his eyes flickering between
the food and Ethan's face. His lips pressed into a thin, stubborn line.
"I don't need it," he said, voice rougher than before. "Keep your food. I'm fine."
Ethan tilted his head slightly, an amused spark lighting his silver eyes. He let out a quiet chuckle
that curled around the edges of his words.
"Eat it, bro. We're not hunting you or trying to put you in our debt or some shit." His voice was
soft, yet there was an undertone of firm command. "Just… eat it up."
Daniel hesitated, his throat working as he swallowed nothing. His gaze shifted away, following the
shadows where the kids had disappeared.
His stomach betrayed him again, rumbling so loudly that Reyna snorted beside Ethan.
After another long moment, Daniel snatched the ration pack from Ethan's hand.
"…Fine."
He tore into it, his fingers trembling faintly as he unwrapped the paper. Crumbs fell to the dirt as
