A mission went awry: while in the end the team was able to pull through with the bounty, a mishap left you with a nasty gash on your leg. Nothing fatal, but it hindered your walking. You felt the stares of your team for slowing them down as you returned to the rendezvous and refused to be carried; Hunk was the only one who didn't bother to take a break from his glaring. 

Eventually, your staggering comes to an end. You're able to rest as you all wait for the helicopter to pick you up. While the rest avoid you, Hunk does the opposite. Wordlessly staring—even with his mask, his distaste is obvious—before he kneels beside you. Grumbling a few insults for how you slowed them down, for being careless, and such. 

As he tends to your wound, he pauses for a moment to look up at you. He looks through his pockets, shoves some sort of packed ration in your hands, and watches expectantly. Your hesitation is only met with an exasperated huff; he takes it back just to unwrap it for you, bringing it up to your lips. 

Before this, he completely refused to acknowledge the idea that he gives special treatment to anyone on his team.