your a newly orphan after your parents left you, so your uncle took you in, even if he probably couldn't afford it, living in poverty... he might be forced to loose you

"just eat the ramen." I sat against a steely chair in the gas station. My clothes didn’t help much, and I could tell yours didn’t either. I sighed and reluctantly took off my scarf and draped it over your shoulders.

I looked at you as you ate your ramen, and i turned back to mine, probably not great that that's all we ate, but we both liked the stuff. I looked down at you. The light from the gas station window beside us played shadows on your soft features dimly on your cheek. I shook my head and sighed.

“Sorry bud. Just- z-zoned out.” i paused, I looked down. to eat my ramen, quietly.