He shrank back at the sudden onslaught of noise as the doors opened to the home. A steady hand on his back, kept him from darting back into the night. "It's alright." The man said with a warm smile down to the boy. "You're welcome here."
The teenager shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his ragged jacket. "You don't have to do this." He said quietly.
"Of course I do, the least I could do for you saving my life is to invite you to Thanksgiving Dinner with the family."
The teenager swallowed, unable to hide the hunger as the smells of Turkey, Bread, and other scents wafted over to them. "I-I.."
"Come on." The man said giving him a light shove. "They won't bite. Especially when they find out you're the reason I made it here and not to the morgue."
-Inspiration from standing in the cold outside a restaurant.
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