Jamie is about the furthest from "okay" he's been since he was knifed in the chest during Solstice.

"No." His voice is just as quiet as Terry's, and a little rough - from disuse or from emotion is anyone's guess. He lifts one shoulder in a listless shrug. "Haven't really been hungry."

Which would be a sure sign of Things Amiss even if one didn't know he was reeling from sudden trauma. Teenage boys are remorseless eating machines. Jamie is never not hungry.