His gaze shifted to the black-framed glasses on his nightstand. The glasses were slightly nerdy, he admitted to himself but never Calvin. But on Nathan, they were simply adorable.
Barnaby figured once Nathan felt better he’d be back to his old self. Refusing to even look at Barnaby, like he was nothing. In spite of Calvin’s advice, he hadn’t been particularly impressed with Barnaby’s new appearance either.
It would be selfish of him, he guessed, if he hoped Nathan’s illness lingered for days so he could stay there and pretend to be his nurse. Barnaby rolled his eyes at his own foolishness.
He left the bedroom and went to the kitchen. He’d noticed it needed a bit of cleaning and since he had to wait for the messenger to come collect the Sorenson file, he might as well make himself busy. He hoped Nathan had a can of soup or something.