Elijah nodded, but refused to look up again. Not even at Will’s unfortunate phrasing. He did, however, acquiesce and eat his sandwich.
He was right. The white bread went gluey in his mouth, and it stuck in his throat, uncomfortable and horrid. When he was finished, he curled up on his cot facing the wall so he could have his back to everything else. He hadn’t shown that kind of vulnerability since coming into this place, and it made his stomach twist in knots as his head replayed the moment over and over again like a one-screen cinema.