The second week, though…
They prepared peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for breakfast, using their fingers and then licking them clean. They ate a lot of cold soup and canned spaghetti and the occasional packet of tuna, washed down with bottles of water. Adam was such a good sport about it.
But still…no coffee.
“I really am sorry I forgot spoons and forks,” Lync said. “And bowls.” They had to drink the soup from the can and scoop the spaghetti out with their fingers.
“It’s okay.” Adam assured him again, and while it seemed like he meant it, Lync was still unhappy. Adam shifted over to sit closer to him and once again draped an arm around his shoulders. “You did much better than I did.”