She just laughed and shook her head as he talked about mistaking her cat for a stuffed animal,  Lucky was a strange cat.   She had found the poor orange tabby when he was just a few weeks old.  He had been living under a neighbors broken down vehicle.  She managed to catch him and he had been her constant companion for almost four years now.  

He mentioned picking up a few movies and she nodded reaching to gather the movies he had already watched.  "After we eat I will run across the street and pick up some new ones.  Just let me know what you would like to watch." 

She handed him the carton with the beef, and opened the chicken for herself.  [i]"you know you honestly didn't have to do this for me."[/i]  She glanced up at him and shrugged as he spoke.  "I wanted to though, besides this kills two birds with one stone. You get to eat real food, and I for once don't have to eat alone."  She said with a little smile picking at the chicken.  It wasn't the greatest chinese food in Houston, but it was at least edible.  

She ate in silence for a few minutes until he asked. [i]"Have you ever had the moment where you thought you were the only one on this earth with how alone you felt?" [/i]  She looked up in surprise, her eyes widening.  She was quick to swallow her food and she reached out to grab his wrist.  

"Believe it or not, yes.  Everyone feels that way at one time or another."  She lets go of his wrist, but doesn't drop the subject.  "It gets easier, but sometimes you have to work for it.  Make a few friends.  It doesn't always help, but it sure as hell makes it easier sometimes."

She watched him put down his fork, showing no signs of wanting to eat.  She could hear the sadness in his voice as he said.  [i]"I'm as good as I can be today."[/i]  She sighed softly.  

"Talk to me James.  There is obviously something wrong.  You can tell me what it is."  She said setting aside her own meal and scooting the chair closer to the bed. "I know you don't know me well, but you can trust me."