[ Thomas shudders a little at the grip, at the closeness after three days of being all alone.

(he's hungry)

(there's food and there's Chris and Thomas's stomach growls abruptly, making him shift against Chris)

He presses in close, eyes shifting to the lunch tray. ]

I--

It's okay. It can wait. I'm hungry.

[ There's a brief moment where Thomas glances up at Chris and then he's looking back at the tray, tail twitching. ]

...please?

[ He looks up once more, and this time there's a sort of... charm.

(despite the lank hair and the sweat and the tear-tracks down his face)

(because those aren't important, right?)

(he doesn't know what he's doing)

(doesn't know he can do this, especially in these first few hours after the change where it's not a constant, automatic thing like it'll get to be) ]