Chapter 38
His own personal solid encouragement emerged from finishing off their overnight bag and came over to his side. Jason had eyed Colby’s method of packing with the silence of someone heroically not mentioning haphazardly piled scarves or last-minute indecision about pens and a writing-journal. Colby had finally suggested that Jason take over and make everything tidy and organized. Jason had muttered something that sounded like ohthank you God, and had.
That might’ve been a tad unfair. Colby wasn’t terribleat packing bags; the acting life demanded travel, and he did try not to cause inconveniences. Jason was just evidently better. More precise. Gifted at folding shirts.
He almost touched the window-glass, fingers skimming a scene. Didn’t, in the end. No real reason.
“Hey.” Jason waited beside him, a tower of compassionate size and heft that did not attempt potentially unwanted touching. “It’s supposed to rain later. I checked.”