I hold the orange in my hand but it's all but forgotten when he pushes me forward. Maybe I should fight him off, but I don't think he's a threat. Not like the rest. Not with the kindness he's shown me, offering me food when he's clearly not had enough himself. I'm not sure I've met anyone like him before, and he hasn't said a word. I let him move me forward, eyes on the ground and not looking back. "Thank you."