Chapter 9

What was he doing? Bragging? This time, the leaking battery burned out his throat; a chemical flavour filled his mouth. Less anticipated was Jay’s reaction. An earthquake took place, Jay shaking in what might be disgust, rage, or both. Dean made ready for another rant, deserving it, even desiring it. He was unprepared for tears.

Jay wiped at his face, made a grab for his bag containing his laptop and other small pieces of computer equipment, which had slipped off his shoulder and now hung over one arm. Good thing the short strap saved it from hitting the ground. Jay pulled the bag around, sniffed, moved out of range, swallowing.

“Jay.” The word sounded rough as if, indeed, something corrosive had eaten into Dean’s throat.

Dean stepped forward, but Jay shook his head. When he swallowed again, throat sounding thick with misery, Dean took another step, a hand extended…too late.

Jay spun, and powered off.2