Snippet #2435219

Jeremy's face warmed sheepishly at her words. Because no, he didn't eat on the road. It wasn't that he couldn't find the money or didn't have the time, or even that he just wasn't hungry because he knew the pangs of hunger well. However, growing up in foster care, he had learned to push the ache aside because it didn't matter how hungry he got, his parents wouldn't feed him unless they wanted to. He didn't eat on the road because he just didn't think about it. After going so many years ignoring hunger it became easy to forget about eating in the first place.

He had gotten a lot better since he and his brother were reunited. Bill demanded that they get together whenever they were close and have a big dinner that he insisted on buying. It was nice, and he always left feeling full. But when he's by himself it's very easy to skip a meal. On one particularly gruesome hunt he had gone three days on water bottles alone. He didn't skip meals on purpose, he just didn't think about it. He had no doubt in his mind thought that while he was with his brother and Cassie that they would make him fat.

"Painkillers?" he questioned with a sudden frown. "Are you okay?"