Silverlight Terrace le bouffon

Sorry if this is super short!!

The boy nodded slowly. He could not quite put things in to words, not entirely, not yet. He looked utterly ruined. His eyes, heavy with emotion and tired, could barely drift to look upon the man nearby to him. There was silence. A long silence, drawn out and thick like a weighted fog. When Renoir was more composed, he tried to explain; but his words were heavily accented, and perhaps made muddy because of this. Da.. Da hunger. Heat, too. It took 'im from me, his tongue slipped out and he licked the salty tears from his snout as they slowly dribbled down his face, elongated and pointed down at the dirt. It.. hurts.