“Life’s too short,” he agreed. “So Clara sent you after me?”
“Of course she did. Clara worries all the time about what’s good for you.”
“Me personally?”
“Yes, you personally. And just now, lots of things aren’t good for you.”
He smiled and settled back a little, turning his face up to the sun. Clara’s style of fussing might annoy some, but he liked it. It felt familiar and reassuring. No one else had ever cared so much about his health, or his well-being, or his future.
And, he had to admit, he was giving her plenty to worry about at the moment.
“All’s well. You can tell her that.”
Finished with gobbling bread, Min snorted. “Yes, that will satisfy her. She’ll just say, ‘Then you can stop following Cas around right away, Min, and go back to doing something more interesting!’”
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