Chapter 31

His family had also checked in, multiple times. There’d been a lot of excitable Italian fussing and advice about home remedies and stretching and massage points and comfort food. Colby’s parents had not checked in. They wouldn’t, Jason knew.

He watched Colby some more under gilded pub lighting. Watched the motion of a hand, the animation in blue eyes when talking to Jillian.

Colby had him. Colby had friends. Jason had friends, and family. Those were all Colby’s now too; Colby, Jason swore to steak-pie crumbs and a half-empty pint of beer, would never feel alone or unloved or unwanted ever again. He’d make sure of that. They all would.

The pie crumbs agreed. Friends, good food, and comfort.

They could both have that. They could have this.

Jill winked at Colby. Steered the conversation into, “Of course so much of the success came from good writing, with that adaptation. Such a good screenplay.”