They walked side by side up to their room, Patton pulling his key out to unlock the door first, a small thrill going through him at the thought of being alone with DeShawn. He would have characterized it as dread before, but now it just felt like excitement. DeShawn made good on his promise to go back to bed, throwing himself onto the mattress with a small groan.
“Do you have any pills?”
“Got some after practice. I’ll be okay in a few hours.”
“I could go out if you want some peace and quiet.”
DeShawn chuckled. “Right, because you don’t do anything but flap your lips. Stay. I’ll be fine.”
“Will the TV bother you?” Can I stretch out on the bed with you? Can we talk about last night? Can you tell me what to do because I don’t have a playbook for this game?
“No. Trust me, I’m going to be out in a few seconds.”
“Okay. There are a couple of games on this afternoon I wanted to watch.”