He had a black eye and a busted lip. His shirt was scrunched up and wrinkly at the collar and splotches of blood decorated it. His hands were in his pockets but I didn't need to see them for me to figure out they were also bruised. He had a fight obviously but it was in the middle of the day. He couldn't have been drunk at this time and there were no bullies looking to pick a fight with him. We weren't in school. How? Where? And why? "Are you just going to stare at me or will you invite me in?" He asked trying to look as normal as possible. Fail. "Are you unaware of how you look right now? The fuck happened to you?" I asked reaching out to inspect his face. He winced at the contact and that's when I noticed his jaw had swollen slightly. "I... I'm hungry." He said with a mischievous grin. When I looked at him dead in the eye he winked at me.