Elijah swatted at Will’s hands, but more as a playful way of telling him he was a dick, than anything else. “Just don’t underestimate him. And don’t tell anyone else what I fucking said,” he laughed. There was a sound outside their cell and two paper plates were shoved through the little gap in the bars, each with a half a sandwich on them.
The slices of white bread looked like they had nothing but one bit of ham and a slice of cheese between them, but Elijah took his anyway, ready to devour it in probably three hungry bites. Something made him pause though, and he stared down at the plate in his hands, before extending it out to Will. “Here, man. You need this more than me. For energy.” Will would need strength to face Dom, and half a sandwich wasn’t going to cut it.