He couldn’t have eaten much, but Elijah kept that to himself, as he ate more and relaxed into it. Around them, the yelling was getting louder and louder, but at least he was feeling somewhat sated. “Imagine if you were like...Oatmeal Man. That’d be a fuck of a thing,” Elijah mused. “You okay, man?” Now that he was feeling better, he could focus on literally anything that wasn’t the ache in his belly. And that included Will’s mood.