Swiftcurrent Creek when you’re down, when you fall

It looks like you did, He says, a little flustered by the boy's nervousness. He does his best not to let it show as he continues, instead putting his focus solely toward figuring out this confusing situation. On your head. He moves forward suddenly, reaching over to brush his nose lightly against the spot without a second thought (though any protest from the boy would stop him in his tracks immediately).
Regardless, he continues, lingering in the other's personal space if his advance had not been halted, I heard about a guy who hit his head once. He went crazy, and no one wanted to take care of him, so his pack kicked him out and he died, And then he remembers suddenly how this boy had given him food — well, the girl had, but he'd been there, and in the same pack, so it'd been his food too, in a way. So he owes him something, doesn't he? Did your pack kick you out? Do you need someone to take care of you? He regrets asking as soon as it passes his lips, but he does not take it back. He can't take care of him, but maybe his dad could; he'd taken care of far more children before... before. He pushes the thought away quickly, reminding himself that he'd decided he wouldn't be weak anymore.