He sat at the table as you set a bowl of soup in front of him. You knew him well enough to know he was hungry. Especially after finding him wounded in the back of your house.

"Eat." You encouraged as you sat in front of him, also a bowl of soup in front of you.

He stared up at you before he hesitantly tasted it. The mix of flavors exploding in his mouth. It took him back to a few years ago, when you'd cook him this exact recipe because he loved your cooking so much. But he ruined it the moment he left you.

"Why did you help me?" Pero asked. "You could've left me to die."