“Yeah.” Colin fixed the ends of his jacket. “Sure.”
Dexter swung an arm over Colin’s shoulder and they started over the bridge. They were quiet, not filling the silence with their normal, playful banter. Which was fine, though. Colin had been frustrated for hours and just being with Dexter made him feel better. He rested his head on Dexter’s shoulder as they took the near two-mile trip to the city.
Cool arms of autumn stretched over them as they walked, tickling what skin of theirs remained exposed with windy fingers. Colin couldn’t claim it to be cold out, but soon enough it would be.