Thomas’ expression spoke rather clearly to how pleased he was about this situation, but despite the openness in which he wore his frustration, the silence that carried on between the two men was a high indication that he was as of yet still calculating a means out of the entire business.
“What do you want from me?” He settled on flatly, unwilling to budge an inch on this topic – nor desiring to have anyone else brought into it. He was functioning fine and would surely be able to stomach food again in a day or two, once the nausea and memories had worn themselves through and the needs of his body outweighed the demands of his mind to avoid food at all costs.
“My portion of whatever it is we are chasing is yours, if that is what it takes for you to maintain your customary silence.”
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