[Erik thanks him for the syrup, and piles it onto the pancakes, still staring at the mound of food like he can't believe it. And he can't, really, and he probably won't for a while. When he starts to eat, he doesn't stop, not even to answer. He hasn't had a meal in so long, and he's always so hungry, and all he wants is to feel full, for the first time in much too long.]
[Spam]
I don't know. Maybe because you weren't afraid?