Hook snags a plate from Neal's last meal tray, and a knife, and sets up a plate of grapes, apple slices, and cheese for Neal, which he then hands over with a small smile. "Real food first, then dessert. And I'm not that much older than you. I don't think."
He has an urge to run his fingers through Neal's hair, and busies himself with taking a chocolate instead. "It didn't seem that bad, when I was there. Giant crocodiles aside."