Val had a fair amount of supplies in his trunk.  Again, he found it wise to always be prepared.  Most of what would look strange was covered or kept in cases or black duffle bags, because it was always best to not freak out someone when putting groceries into the trunk at the local shopping center.  The red bag, however, was where he kept the more typical things he liked to stash in case of a random emergency.  That included a couple of plain t-shirts, a long-sleeved flannel, jeans, and a pair of thick, dark grey sweat pants.  There was of course a problem with size difference, but Val figured the poor guy would take anything warm and dry.<br/><br/>The jeans were less forgiving when it came to size, so he pulled out the sweats, which could at least be tightened with the use of the long tie in the waistband, and the flannel shirt.  When he turned back to see the small man pulling off his shirt in anticipation of something less coffee-soaked and saw all those bones, he immediately reached back in for one of the t-shirts, too.<br/><br/>“It’s not much, but it’s better than wet clothes on a cold night,” he commented, folding his arms and leaning back against the car as he studied the guy.  It was a shame, really, and not just that this poor man was homeless and apparently starving.  Most probably didn’t give it any more thought than they did the skeletal build, but Valentin knew too much of what was lurking in the world.  The scars across the stranger’s face could’ve been explained, but the rest of them?  It all added up to something more horrific.<br/><br/>Demonic attacks were not at all uncommon in his line of work.  Survivors, however…  If there wasn’t someone like him to intervene, those involved usually ended up as corpses.  This man was either extremely fortunate, or he’d had help in escaping the demon.  Either way, it was easy to imagine that life hadn’t always been like this for him, that the event had ruined his life.  Val’s heart went out to him.  There was little more he could do, though.  Taking in strays wasn’t something he could condone, and his life was too dangerous to involve an innocent. Being that the stranger had been touched by darkness in the past… that would’ve only made things worse.<br/><br/>Val clicked his tongue and reached back in the trunk.  He kept a small supply of energy bars and bottled water in there, too.  Taking the other t-shirt, he snagged up a couple of water bottles and the handful of energy bars and wrapped them up.<br/><br/>“It’s no hot meal, but it’ll do you some good.”