In response, that hand lifted and rested again on R's shoulder, fabric squishing wetly beneath his palm. It was almost funny, the one person that could understand where he was coming from - even if he didn't agree with it - and it he wasn't even really a person.

Or maybe it was that R was more human than most, eating folks aside.

"I don't think yer a bad kid, R. In fact, I believe yer a, truly, decent young man. ...I apologize, for judgin' ya so harshly." Smiling gently, he clapped the boy's shoulder, then turned to watch the sunrise with him.