The young man slowly relaxed. Whatever he thought was going on must have been bad, especially since Anatoliy was about as gentle as they came. He was not a fighter and certainly not a man that gave punishment. If he had any children, they would have been terribly spoiled, he knew. But that was a story for another time with different reasons.
Hadley eyed the fish with hunger, and the man swelled with pity. Why was this young man so hungry? Why was he afraid of being punished for taking meat? He took the fish from the offered hands, and then Anatoliy pulled his hands back to rest on his knees. Hadley was clearly damaged in some way, but at least he ate the fish as was directed. "Not so bad, yes?" the older man said easily, offering a small smile. "Now, vhy vere you vorried about punishment? Have you been punished for it before?"
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