Thomas leaned in to kiss Jamie's forehead slowly, and he rested his head there for a moment before pulling back. "Come on, Kiddo," he said, pulling Jamie gently off of the sofa and towards the kitchen.
Once there, Thomas pulled out the crackers and the lone slice of cheese from the fridge. He set the kettle boiling so he could make himself tea, and then he pulled out three of the saltines so he could put half of the cheese on two of them. On the other one, he found a stray bit of peanut butter in a jar and spread some of that over it. There were more crackers, but if Anna didn't pick up her damn phone, they would need them later. Thomas didn't get paid for several days, but he didn't want to scare Jamie.
"Here, Kiddo," he said, handing a the plate with the crackers on it to his son. He doubted it would even slightly fill Jamie up, but it was better than nothing, right? Finally, he made himself some mint tea and headed over to the table. "I'm so sorry..."