He's intermittently replying to Aña on his phone, but he does groan in the way only a teenager can when a parent is being embarrassing, and rubs the bridge of his nose, muttering 'that was the idea' under his breath. Though, none of them have had a decent meal in weeks that wasn't from someone else's party, even if Tommy doesn't feel like he could eat anything right now. He just really wants Aña to get here, to help him try and make sense of all this.

Tommy flops back into the ratty sofa, moving the book he'd been reading onto the arm, kicking his feet up onto their makeshift table (it's an upturned box).

"We have food here y'know." Lie.