Thomas couldn't actually tell if Jamie was downplaying it or not, but he hardly wanted to grill poor Jamie. Instead he settled down and then wrapped his arms around the boy. "I'll keep you warm, alright?" he said gently. "You just sleep and I'll keep you safe."
It took a while, what with his aching belly and his worry for his little boy, but eventually Thomas fell asleep. He rose several hours later, the apartment still frigid but at least it was slightly warming in their little fort.
Thomas ducked out, freshening up and then heading into the kitchen. He had nothing to give Jamie for breakfast other than a single cracker, which he was struggling mightily not to eat himself. Instead he stirred more of the evaporated milk into some water, poured chocolate into it, shoved it into the microwave and nuked it. Fake hot chocolate was going to have to do.