Faustus sighed and looked more thn a little miserable as he nodded resignedly. He knew he couldn't avoid Dad forever and maybe he wouldn't yell so much around other people.
"Maybe," he muttered but he didn't say it loud enough to stop Terry as he got up. He was more than a little startled and definitely embarrassed when Terry kissed him.
He stared at Terry's back for a moment then ducked his head and drew in a deep breath. He needed to get ready for when Dad arrived. He was going to be angry. He didn't look up when Terry got back, instead he picked at the fabric of the blanket. He certainly didn't feel hungry anymore, his stomach was churning because of nerves now instead of hunger.
"Do you think it's wrong that I don't want to eat in the Great Hall?" he asked abruptly.