Wil loaded up a tray with lemon tea, a couple of slices of buttered bread, a handful of cookies and a bowl of warm water with a cloth. There wasn't much more food to choose from. He then set it in the dumb waiter and went upstairs to meet it at the top.
Poor Jacob. How could Wil have been so blinkered, wrapped up in his work and not noticing how absent his brother had been? And not now have been fired from his research position... He shook his head to himself as he carried the tray into Jacob's bedroom.
"Here we are," he said gently, placing the tray on the side table. "Can you eat?"