Chapter 85

Jason’s grin arrived sudden and exuberant and conspiratorial. “Is that what we’re doing? Okay. That means it’s myturn. So eat lunch.”

Colby opened his mouth to protest, did not in fact have a good protest, and gave in and got up to reclaim his plate.

“Colby?”

He spun that way. Automatic.

Jason held up the box. “Thanks.”

“No, you don’t have to say it, it’s not as if you asked for them—”

“Come back here,” Jason said. “Withyour sandwich.”

This phrasing went straight to his feet; he’d already moved before conscious thought caught up, and then he wasn’t all that bothered by it. He did want food; he did want to be near Jason

He found his spot on the sofa-arm again. Pondered removing his large boots, at least. Bit into his sandwich, liking flavors on his tongue.

“So this’s like your ancestral food?” Jason finished off a sandwich and looked up at him; this was disconcerting, because he’d grown used to their respective heights when standing. “Not bad.”