Chapter 20
He liked Jason holding his hand. He liked Jason asking that question: are you mine?
He said, “I’d like to be very much yours again, later? After you’re done and I’m done, this afternoon, working with the Lord Cary scenes? Perhaps in your bed? You can, er, feed me by hand again. If you’d like. I, ah. Rather enjoyed that.”
“Hell yeah we can,” Jason agreed, much happier now, and headed off to his mark, practically bounding there in the wake of the words.
They did it again. They did it all again, crashing and colliding in crackling rhythm.
They worked together. They worked
Colby said his own line, asking whether Stephen found him less than a man. Jason shouted back, “I don’t know!” and followed it up with both the no and the yes—Colby’d kept that part; it hurt just right—and finished with, “You can’t aim a pistol and you’ve never not had servants and you might be a scientific genius but you can’t climb a flight of stairs without my hand under your arm—”