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Eat is hard. Had always been, but his appetite had been more a bitch than usual recently.
His stomach is twisted and his throat closed, his hand holds the fork with too much force and his fingers shake a bit under the pressure, but he needs to eat and everyone's looking.
So he stuffs the whole meal in his mouth and eat until he barely can't breath (is not hard, just a few bites before feeling full and at the edge of throw up), eat until the plate is clean and there isn't even the crumbs. He can't waste it, even if he's not exactly hungry.
But no one else seems to notice it, they ask if he wants a second and he's too slow to deny it, and too weak to refuse the half-full plate of food in front of him.
So he eats more, much slower than the first time, it takes forever and a few side glances when everyone else had finished and he's still going.
They ask again once he ends, and he managed to refuse this time, politely, unnaturally so that they even go as far as to reassure him that is fine if he wants more, even if it's just dessert.
But god, if he have to eat anything more, he's going to break and cry in front of his family, and that's just too embarrassing for him to handle.
So he says "No, I'm fine, thank you." and run away before anyone can ask again.