“Hey, who am I to judge if you want to change your appearance?”
Barnaby shifted on the bed. “Oh. Yes, I guess so. I’ll be right back.”
He heard Barnaby go into the bathroom for a moment and then leave the room. He was obviously a big sap when sick because he missed the man’s presence in the few minutes he was gone from his side.
Barnaby came in and set something on the bedside table. “I’ve cleaned your glasses and brought you some water. You should probably try to take a few sips of it every now and then. Do you think if you feel sick you can make it to the bathroom, or should I bring you a trash can before I leave?”
Nathan felt the crush of disappointment, probably far out of context, too. “So, you’re leaving now after all?”
“I should probably get your file back to the firm so Ms. Biggs can start doing the work you need on it.”
“O-okay.” He closed his eyes, unwilling to give in too much to feeling sorry for himself. He’d already done enough of that.