“Too right. Robert’s nice enough but he’s a bit-” Will made a face. “No finesse. Just runs at you like a bull. Please just eat that. One sandwich isn’t going to make a difference to me, honestly. I’d need a whole platter of sandwiches to make a difference.” Besides, he’d just pop into the bathroom and have a mouthful of porridge before he went in. Porridge would do more for him than that thin bread, and he wouldn’t be depriving Elijah of sustenance. He swallowed his last bite and dusted his fingers off on his shirt. “I mean it! I’m not eating that, so if you don’t, it’s going to waste.” He folded his arms stubbornly.