“Hey,” he greeted, voice a bit groggy and eyes getting heavy again. “Wanna make out?”
“Yeah.” Dexter laughed and went over. “But not tonight.”
“Aw, why not?”
“Cause you’re drunk.”
He rolled his eyes. “Consent is sexier than me, huh?”
Dexter pinched his fingers together. “Just that much. Hey, you want me to get your meds for you?”
Colin blinked at him a few times. “What?”
“The stuff you need to take. Y’know? If you want, I can get them for you. Didn’t want you to fall asleep without…”
“I’m a fucking grown up, Dexter. I can take my meds on my own. Been doing it for quite a few fucking years now.”
The anger that suddenly surrounded Colin surprised Dexter. He’d never seen him mad before. Sure, he hadn’t known him all that long, but this was almost the total opposite of what he’d come to know.
“Colin…I…”
“Who put you up to it?” Colin growled. “Was it Shaun? Or Liz?” He crushed his jaw. “Was it Dante? He’s only in town for a few weeks, but…”