He stares at the food you've brought him, then looks up at you. He looks blank. Ever since he lost his parents, he's been stuck in this depressive episode. And you're really trying your best to be patient with him. But it's hard some days.

You nudge the plate towards him, and he looks back down at it. He takes it with shaky hands, afraid he'll drop it. He takes small bites from the meat, then ultimately decides to set the plate down in his lap.