HE WAS pleasantly exhausted, pleasantly sore, and Alex was snoring lightly against Lucas's ribs. On the verge of sleep himself, Lucas ran lazy fingers through Alex's dark hair, drowsily trying to muss it, and vaguely annoyed when it immediately sprang back again to exactly where it belonged. It really was impossible to disarrange it, Lucas had to acknowledge through his half-awake haze, which was a little sick-making, but in a fond way, which made a lethargic smile twitch at his mouth as he slipped a little further toward sleep.
So it was quite annoying for Lucas when his traitorous mind, abruptly and without any perceptible prompting, reminded him that he'd forgotten all about the offering to the Green Warden that Miss Emma had packed for him. Just as alarming, he then remembered that Alex had had a game he was supposed to have played that afternoon, and he'd missed it to follow after Lucas on what was looking more and more like an utter waste of time.