He wondered if his fantasies would go away now that there were no bullies to worry about. He'd stopped pissing himself after he'd met Eli - which had been a source of great relief, he'd hated it - but he still had his knife in his pocket, and he'd still thought of stabbing anyone who'd looked too long at Eli.
Having found the phone book, he returned to the bed and looked through it. He called the number for a pizza place, asked if they'd deliver to his flat, and ordered a small pie.