August 30th excerpt:
“Oh!” Oscar said in a surprised hush, stepping back from the poke. It nearly tickled, but more than that it was still a strange feeling, all these nudges from a finger bigger than his body. He put his hands over his middle, absently clutching at the fabric of his shirt while he looked back at Dean.
“I didn’t eat it,” he said, with the exact tone of a kid wanting to avoid trouble. “I just picked it up. I was gonna eat it, um, later, but if you wanna I can put it back.”
August 29th excerpt:
To the side, he saw something that usually drew him like a moth to a lantern. Breadcrumbs, left behind by some previous meal. On a normal day Oscar would be gathering each tiny piece in his bag, just in case it was all he’d find.
“I found another piece of that bread on the floor earlier, before you came in,” he announced, looking back up at Dean. “I …” He stopped abruptly and felt his cheeks flush. That piece of bread wasn’t on the floor anymore. Oscar had it stowed in his bag, and he’d more or less just admitted to Dean that he took something from the room.
Brothers Apart 