Tuck turned to Will and he gave him a bit of a lopsided smile. He inched closed to Will, so Will could lean his head on Tuck's shoulder. Just for a bit of rest, really.
They sat there for awhile, the silence only really broken by rumbling stomachs. And when the flap finally did open and a bowl of porridge was passed through it, nothing else followed. No second bowl.
Tuck glanced at Will, feigning worry. He knew he was about to go get a real breakfast, but he could pretend he was worried only one bowl had showed up because it meant they either had to share it, or one of them was about to disappear. "Fuck," he hissed.