“What’s that for? Are you blushing?”
“No.”
“You areblushing.”
“God, I’m a dork.”
“No, you’re not. You’re just tired and apparently not used to compliments. Why is that?”
“Never thought about it, I guess. Too busy working to think about things like that.”
“What do you do to relax?”
I finished my beer before I answered. “Watch movies, or read. I like mysteries and suspense or crime dramas. I have a backlog of books to catch up on. I’m in the middle of a Jack Reacher novel right now.”
“Oh man. Which one? I just finished the third book in the series.”
“No way! I’m on book number six. It’s really good. I have to force myself to put it down so I actually get some sleep at night.”
“I’m the same way.”
I looked at Mal and noted the way he watched me, like he wanted to say more but wasn’t sure how to approach it.
“You know, Tobie, I wish we could—”
“Wish we could what?”
Mal sighed. “I can’t go on like this.”