Bobby nodded slowly, unsure of of how to react to Anthony's offer. Anthony in return merely grunted at his reticence, and pulled out another can from his bag, this one a cam of spam, and handed it to the boy. The boy began wolfing the meat down voraciously like it was the first food he had seen in days. Feeling a bit nostalgic, Anthony told the boy, "Hey kid, slow down or you'll get a stomach ache." The boy suddenly became quiet, and put down the piece of spam from his mouth. "My dad always used to tell me that..." the boy mumbled as he began curling into himself and began crying. Anthony didn't really know what to do, no training had taught him how to deal with this kind of situation. Eventually he settled for saying, "Shit, sorry kid didn't mean to bring up any bad memories."

As he began crying, Bobby was cursing himself in his head. "Why now you idiot? Countless days in the sewer, and now you breakdown? In front of a stranger?" But he couldn't help himself, as his began to realize that his tears were more that those of sorrow. True, he finally cried for his father, he cried for his life now gone, and he cried for the world that fell so hard. But he also wept to be alive, to being with a guardian that was proving to be kinder than he once expected, and he cried that the world had not all gone to hell and that good people still lived. And so, the two of them sat there, on the fire escape balcony, waiting for the boy to release his pent up stress and emotions.