Chapter 15

“Ch’y’dr’w’n?”

“Sorry?” Eli murmured, pen forming the first splits of skin. Rob had no skin tear design, and Eli was fond of them. What lay beneath, though? The typical cogs and wires? Or something—

“What you drawin’?” Rob slurred, still clearly half-asleep.

Eli paused to scratch Rob’s scalp and smile at him, then took up the pen again.

“Just ideas for your shoulder.”

“M’see?”

“When I’ve actually drawn some.”

“Too slow…”

“Oh, shut up and go back to sleep.”

“Can’t,” Rob retorted with a distinct note of petulance. “You moved.”

“Newsflash,” Eli said dryly. “You’re really fucked if me moving sets you off.”

“That’d be you.”

Eli laughed when the arm across his lap tightened and Rob’s nose began to move from Eli’s hip to his thigh to his crotch. “No,”he said sternly, bending nearly double to kiss Rob’s ear. “Stop it, you pest. Let me draw. And if I’m not all fucked out, you certainly are, you’ve not even got your eyes open.”