Paper crinkled as Sam pulled a small bag from his pocket. Reaching inside, he produced a donut and bit into it. Caius eyed the pastry as a memory of Rory biting into the sugary food with a taunting smile invaded his thoughts. The corner of his mouth lifted at the image. “Why do you always have food in your pocket? You’re like a walking vending machine.” Sam smiled for the first time in days. “I am a growing boy.”
