When the boy moved to her, giving her less trouble than usual, she moved so she sat cross-legged on the broken tiles, glad she had decided to come during the night instead. She blinked in surprise when the child at first seemed to be hugging her, the fleeting through that maybe, just [i]maybe[/i], he was coming around and showing gratitude flashing through her mind and easing the guilt that always greeted her at seeing what he had become.
	But alas, the thought was broken with the wet sound the child made, and she realized what he was after before he all but climbed over her to get at her backpack. A look of confusion crossed her face, before she realized he had to be after the donuts inside.
	“Okay, [i]okay![/i]” she muttered irritably, trying to pry the child from her. “Hold on. I’ll grab you one.” She released him and stood. Straightening the bottom of her shirt, she cast the boy a glance that told him to stay put, then zipped the pack open. “I didn’t take you as someone who gave human food a second thought.” Reaching inside, she pulled out the box of donuts, one missing from when she had had one on the way back from Tim Horton’s, and opened it.
	Grabbing one, she turned to hand it to the child.