“Don’t you fuckin’ touch my hair,” Elijah said assuming Will had meant him, his voice amused. It was the first time he had joked with Will in days, and it felt good. “Do you even know how to do black hair?”
“I do,” Tuck spoke up. He moved towards the table and he handed Elijah a plate. “My kids are mixed and I cut their hair when they were-” he had nearly said ‘children’, but that might give away how old he was. So he finished with, “younger. Just in case it’s necessary! Here, go grab some food.” Tuck headed back to the kitchen to fetch the hot sauce for himself. He was absolutely going to drown his breakfast in it.
Tuck finally joined them at the table, his plate laden with food. His stomach gave a plaintive growl, and he chuckled. “Dig in, Elijah. This is called a full English.”
Elijah broke one of the egg yolks and it ran, golden and perfect. He scooped up a bite of the hashbrowns in the egg and took a bite, before groaning. Which said it all really. Heaven. Once he swallowed, he said, “second meal I haven’t had to fight to get. It feels weird. Good weird.”