"That shit-" Malcolm said, pointing at Tuck, "doesn't get anything. Little payback for a dart in the arse."
"I think the dart in my ribs and beating the shit out of me was payback," Tuck said, his voice clearly betraying how much he wanted that goddamn pizza.
"Call it interest," Malcolm said with a little sneer. Then he pushed another box into Will's cell containing a medium pepperoni pizza. "You are to eat that yourself," Malcolm cautioned. "The Friar doesn't get any."
Tuck groaned and hung his head for a second before looking over at his boyfriend. Poor Will who had been here nearly two weeks, and hadn't had an actual meal since. "It's alright," Tuck assured him. "Just eat, Will. It's okay."