Re: Peter and Stephen - Food Distribution Center.
Stephen eyed the tray of food that was pushed towards him. It held a hunk of bread and a cup of what looked like dishwater with some vegetables and a small piece of what could have been meat floating in it. Soup, stew? It didn't matter. It was bound to be flavorless and tepid.
He noticed Peter standing nearby. Of all of Group C, Stephen was most worried about him, given his metabolism. Though Roman also had some dietary concerns that could prove very problematic. He'd have to check in with him, too, even if he was hardly in the psychological shape for it.
"Peter?" he called just loud enough to be heard over the din in the distribution center. "Here, take my tray. You need the extra food." And I can't carry it, he thought. So it was better to give the food to someone else than to waste it.