He just sits there, staring blankly at the table.

He gets back into his car and speeds off.

The boy just sits there, doing nothing.

He texts one of the spies still at the agency.

The spy tosses the boy a plate of food, shutting the door behind him.

He still doesnt react.

He sets down a carton of milk, flicking the kid in te back of his head. "Kid!" The spy snaps.

He snaps out of his weird daze, and stares at the spy.

"You need to eat, buddy." The spy states, nodding to the large plate of food and the carton of milk.

This is a bit difficult for him to do, noting his arms are broken.

The spy sighs, suddenly Bex steps back in, he had to go get some files before he came back. He thanks the spy before offering to help the boy eat.