"I'll get you something. Just sit there a minute I'll be right back."
But he stood up and followed her into the kitchen.
"Do you know what it's like to live out of your car?"
"No. I can imagine that it sucks though." She was rifling through the cupboards.
"I wake up ten times a night feeling like someone's going to jump me."
She gave him the most sympathetic look she could.
"It's freezing at night and in the mornings it gets so hot in there so fast."
"I'm sorry."
He looked at the ground.
"I wish I could help." She offered.
He looked at her as if she could.
"What can I do?"
"You just don't understand."
"I'm sorry."
He walked out of the kitchen.
She finished making him a sandwich and took it into the living room.
"Thanks." He started eating.
"No problem." She watched him.
And then it stayed quiet for a minute till he raised his eyes to hers.
"I'll never be happy." He said.
"I'm starting to believe you." It was the truth.
His face turned red and in one quick motion he had knocked the empty plate off the table and was standing.
She let him walk out the door and didn't even mind when he slammed it.
But she was so so sad to see him leave.
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