The second time Joshua sees the boy, it's at the same place. 

This time, he runs into Tyler just as he's coming out of the store, his arms laden with plastic bags containing food for his family. His arm is blinking orange, and his display reads nine percent. He's panting and sweating, and he looks like he might even pass out.

Josh quickly fumbles for the charger in his backpack, pulling it out before Tyler can leave. "You need a charge...?"

Tyler looks wary, but he must really be feeling weak, because he nods quickly and sets down the grocery bags. Josh plugs him in.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Tyler mumbles, leaning against the wall as his eyes go back to normal. You're not supposed to share chargers with someone, at least, not someone you're unrelated to by blood. Rumors say it can make you very sick, very quickly, but Josh's never known someone who's become ill by it.

Still, though, he's heard stories, and they make him want to yank the charger straight out of Tyler's arm.

"You need to charge," Josh says instead, "or you'll never have enough to make it home."

Tyler shrugs, but doesn't make a move to unplug. He slides down the wall a bit to the ground, smiling slightly as Josh sits next to him.

The two take a moment to look over one another. Tyler's wearing a faded blue hoodie today, with black jeans and torn up red sneakers. He has dark, fluffy hair, and doe eyes, and a very light sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks.

"You have nice eyes," Josh finds himself saying, without even thinking about it.

Tyler looks down, smiling a little. It might just be the warm weather, but his cheeks are dusted pink. "Thank you."