Jayden breathed out heavily through his nose and though he wanted to keep arguing that he was worthless and they would be better off without him, he was just too tired.
Instead of slinking off to his room, he sort of grumped over to the chair beside Jesse and slid into it. He slumped forward, his head resting on the table, before letting out a soft groan. "My head hurts," he said, his voice half pathetic, but sounding more like himself than he had in days. "Jesse? Can I have some tea?" Tea was okay. Tea wasn't food.
And he was asking for something, which he had taken months to learn in the first place.