“And you’re fine? Didn’t even throw up?”
Arlo shook his head and went about brushing his teeth some more. Why hadn’t he? His vision had gone black, as had his hair, but he was fine. A little shaky, needing away from Ellis but not away-away. He didn’t dare trust the hope wanting to take form. If he didn’t have to run as soon as he’d healed someone, he could stay. He could live here.
His peace lily needed water, so he walked past Nash to get some.
Nash slid a finger along Arlo’s arm, making him jump, but he gave Nash a smile around his toothbrush.
“Why don’t you calm down?”
Arlo raised an eyebrow. He was calm…calm-ish, at least. He watered the plants, went into the bathroom, and got ready for bed. He was only fidgeting a little.
Nash was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and watching him with a lazy grin. He still wore his jeans, but the T-shirt he’d been wearing when he got back from Gilbert’s was nowhere to be seen.
“Are you avoiding me?”