Elijah didn’t think, if he had this kind of life, he would have been so selfless to offer himself up like that. But then again he couldn’t magic oatmeal out of thin air either, so maybe there was a reason for it.
They lapsed into silence, mostly focusing on getting as much of the food in as possible, and finally Elijah said, “I’m sad about it, but I can’t eat any more. Thank you,” he said to Tuck, who had returned and perched beside Will. “This was amazing. And you are so nice to let me stay here.”
“Oh it’s no bother,” Tuck said easily. “Here, let me show you to the room. And please, if you get hungry during the night, you are welcome to anything in the kitchen. You don’t need to ask, please just have it. No hungry bellies allowed in my home.”
Elijah offered him a wavery smile as he rose from the table. “Understood,” he said, following Tuck into the spare room.
By the time Tuck returned, he had shown Elijah where some extra clothes were, and explained the old oil heaters by the wall, as well as where a few other odds and ends were, in case he needed them. He sat down tiredly, but his eyes were trained on Will. “Bedroom?” he asked, pleased to be alone with the man he loved for the first time in weeks. They needed to catch up.