“I shouldn’t have pushed you.” Max was scowling again. He had a good line in scowls, but this was a worried one. He knelt beside the couch, laid one hand on Luke’s forehead, and then touched his cheek. Luke’s eyes closed at the contact.
“Are you eating enough?” Max said after a moment.
Luke dragged his eyes back open. “Huh?”
“What have you eaten today?”
Luke screwed up his face. “Toast this morning, soup at lunch…that’s pretty much it.”
“You can’t run on soup and fucking toast.” Max had his hand anchored in Luke’s hair, keeping him still. Luke didn’t know what to say. They stared at each other for a moment, then Max stood and walked up and down, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll make us something.”
Luke was mesmerised. “Okay.” What else could he say?
Max disappeared into the kitchen and returned moments later with a pint glass of water. “Sip it,” he said, putting it on the floor by Luke and then heading back to the kitchen.