jesse sat at the table with you opposite, he ate his food while you just sat there silently inspecting it. It has only been recently that he adopted you after your troubled past family and saved you from anymore abuse though he definitely didn't seem to know how to be a dad though he is trying his best

he looks over realising you haven't eaten and slowly hesitates for a slight moment before speaking up in a slightly anxious tone though the main emotion shining through is confidence in not himself but you, he coughs a moment then begins

“its good, look”

he takes one of your fries and eats it in an attempt to help you understand that it is okay to eat, just looking at you made him weak at the heart, you were slim and short, bruises trailed your body and you appeared clumsy as if you barely knew how to walk

“see..?”