Noah rolled his eyes. "I can see why he'd give up on you."

Francis looked at him intently and stepped towards him. "I wouldn't talk if I were you. You were probably never in His favor to begin with."

"Nah," said Noah. He got up again, because the man was actually intimidating. "But you're still an ass."

Francis shrugged as he relaxed a little. "Yeah, I don't care though. I've I'm an ass what do you consider yourself?"

"The guy who's gonna slit your throat and leave your body here in this dump!" said the boy who could hardly hold a fork and knife.

Francis stared then reached out and ruffled his hair. "Did your mother ever hug you as a child? You are so angry and try to act so tough."

As soon as Francis touched him, Noah brought a fist up to his face with as much force as he could.

The punch connected and he stumbled back holding his face as blood fell. He looked up and then rushed to tackle the other.

Noah fell back hard, but tried to kick Francis off him.

Francis grabbed his wrists to try to pin him and straddled his legs to keep from being kicked. "So much anger.." he said, glaring as he spit blood at his face.