Looking at William struggling to eat more than 3 spoonfuls was heartbreaking. Theo watched him carefully during lunch. The boy kept on chewing each bite a million times, swallowing it painfully slow at last, as though he felt guilty to be eating in the first place. He wanted to know who had caused this. What had happened for William to be so aware of even the littlest thing he ate? It was safe to say he got angry, no, he was infuriated, that this sweet boy had to be under such mental war with himself every second of every day.
Deciding it was enough already, he pushed the plate he had purposefully been keeping some food in to prolong the lunch time — for William to eat more — to the side and got up. Making sure the boy knew he was walking to him by taking slow, loud steps, he first picked William’s plate up, then pulled his chair back easily enough to be able to slide his leg over the younger’s body and sit on his lap. William was shocked beyond function. The poor thing actually froze for a few seconds with his arms in the air as his blue eyes stared at him widely.
