The moment I looked at him, Jason quickly lowered his head, avoiding my gaze. His voice was soft, uneasy.
“Ethan, this is an old remedy from our small town. It’s supposed to help with stomach problems, though it tastes bitter.”
A warmth stirred in my chest. I quickly thanked him.
“Jason, thank you. If this can ease the pain even a little, it’ll be a huge help.”
But as I spoke, I couldn’t help watching him.
His head was bowed, his fingers fidgeting at the frayed edges of his worn-out shirt. The fabric had faded, the cuffs coming apart.
He was in his early twenties, yet dressed poorer than Mark’s teenage son.
To ease the awkwardness, I made my tone deliberately light.
“To thank you for bringing this remedy, let’s go to the mall this afternoon. I’ll help you pick out a few proper outfits.”
Jason’s head shot up, his cheeks instantly flushing red.
“Ethan, no, really… I’m fine in these.”
I laughed and patted his shoulder.
“Don’t be silly. You’re the student Sophia and I sponsor. You should look the part of a college kid. If anyone saw you like this, they’d think we’ve been neglecting you.”
Jason’s lips trembled into a faint smile, his eyes bright, though he only gave a small nod.