She was right, Will knew. Wasn't smart to be skipping meals at a time like this, when he needed his wits about it. Wasn't smart to be pulling all-nighters, either, but that was about the least of his mistakes right now. His empty stomach gurgled, sparking an unwelcome flash of memory. Tuck, hiding stashes of food about the house. Tuck panicking at the faintest of hunger pangs. Tuck confessing his nightmares of starvation, remembering the feeling of his body shutting down.
The last time Tuck had been the Sheriff, it had damn near broken him, and now— now he had to live through that nightmare all over again. Maybe not the hunger part – god willing, Elaine's magic cup would keep him fed – but hunger wasn't the only weapon in the Sheriff's arsenal. Fuck, now he was building up a collection, he might just pick a man to torture each day, force the others to watch.
God, he was falling into it again, wasn't he? It was the exact thing Will had snapped at Tuck for. Worriting and fretting didn't do a single damn thing for their captive friends. They didn't need his self-flagellation, they needed help.
Problem was, he still couldn't see a way clear to how.
Will simply nodded weakly, head bowed. "Yeah, y'right. Should eat something, I s'pose."