Like he was studying something he could not quite name.
« Did you eat yet? » he asked.
I smiled at him without turning around.
« I will, baby. After you leave. »
« You said that yesterday. »
« And I did eat yesterday. »
He did not answer.
I felt his eyes on my back as I buttered the bread.
I set the toast in front of him and brushed his hair down with my fingers.
He leaned into my palm for a second, then picked up the slice and began nibbling at the crust like he was rationing it.
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