[Billy watches his twin for a moment, inwardly sighing; he can understand Tommy's frustration, because he's feeling it just as much. Being helpless is not something he'd ever wanted to experience again since gaining his powers. He'd felt it too often in school.

He nudges the extra chair out from the table and slides the bowl over to Tommy anyway, reaching out to grab Tommy's hand to make him stop. He doubts the touch will last, but any more of that twitching is going to drive him insane.]

Stop it, you'll just wear yourself out. And I don't care if you say you're not hungry- [Because you are, you liar-] Eat it anyway. We can't waste it.