“It’s comfort food.” That smile remained: tucked into the corners of Colby’s mouth, into the oceans of that gaze. “Terrible for fitting into wardrobe changes, but you did say order anything I wanted, and I admit I felt I deserved something indulgent. What do you think?”
Jason gave him a thumbs-up, around a bite. After swallowing, added, “You do. Deserve it.” Also true.
“I was only joking—”
“I’m not. You do.” He made sure Colby was looking at him. This mattered. “I’m saying you do deserve it, okay? Whatever comfort food you want. And you’re listening.”
“Am I?” Colby looked at the second piece, already in one hand. “It seems I am.”
“Colby,” Leo said from down the table, “help me out here. You’ve heard me sing. I can totally sing.”
“I’ve…heard you, yes.” Colby pulled attention away from Jason’s face, gulped down more tropical pinkness, and did not continue this answer.
“Why?” Jason said, suspicious.