Thomas didn't know if he was hungry, even though he probably should be. He felt if he ate though, he would just throw up again. "Got sick before," he explained. "I- I don't want to- I'll find something." He rose unsteadily from the bed, not really even knowing what he was doing.
Jamie shouldn't have to take care of him. Not yet. The time for that would come and maybe when Thomas had apologised, that had been part of it. Eventually he wouldn't be able to take care of himself and the idea that he would be a burden on his son was sick-making. "I'll make you dinner. I can do it. I- oh. It's only four. It's only four o' clock. Fuck. Fuck I don't know what to do, I'm sorry."