“Leaving?”
Jameson nodded. “I have to get back to the dorm and shower, and change before things start. Avery’s still asleep, though. I didn’t want to wake him.”
“He needs it.” Derek tossed a dish towel over his shoulder as he stepped into the living room. “I’m making waffles.”
“He’ll appreciate that.” Jameson sat on the bottom step to pull on his sneakers. “I don’t know what time he’s supposed to go in today. Do you?”
“I’ll find out,” Derek said easily as he leaned a shoulder against the jamb.
“Thanks. And you’ll make sure he eats and hydrates some more?”
Derek chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty well adept at taking care of ghostwalkers.”
Jameson knew that was true, but it didn’t stop his worry—no, worrywasn’t the right word—concern. Jameson wanted to make sure Avery had everything he needed. Yesterday had been intense for him.