Theo sniffled and looked at the things Greg had bought - watching magic happened made him stare, jealously, wanting that power back, that innate and immediate part of himself. He forgot that he didn't in the next moment when Greg put the bag onto his lap. He looked at the sandwich and made a face, a hand going to his mouth as he tensed up; he didn't want to eat.
"What bruise?" he asked vaguely before speaking his more pressing concern. "I'm not going to eat."