Chapter 95
“Really,” Colby said, with a hint of Will’s dramatic sarcastic sense of humor.
Jason finally shifted position. His back complained, reminders of age and use. But Colby didn’t retreat from the motion, and even stretched out one long leg under blankets: closer to Jason’s astounded mattress-perch.
Colby was smiling. Finding distractions, yeah; ducking back behind shields of folklore and fruit, yeah. But smiling. Being honest—and that was honest; Jason had seen Colby Kent acting, on camera and in that interview. This wasn’t that. This was open, exposed, with coping strategies but without walls. Colby was sorting things out while talking, and likely would need space to keep on doing that after, but wasn’t hiding.
And Colby had said, definitively: not bad. No simple answers, no easy categorization, but not bad. Even good.
Jason didn’t know what thatmeant. But if it did mean something—
If it could mean something—