When Beast returned an hour or so later, Beau was waiting for him, showered and smelling of shampoo. Just getting clean somehow made everything hurt less. He didn’t know how, but it was true. The warm spray of water had energized him, making him feel more alive than when he had first waked in this strange place.
Beast held out a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, a pair of athletic socks, and a gray hoodie with a purple University of Washington insignia embroidered across its front. There was even a pair of beat-up, but serviceable, running shoes placed on top of the clothes.
“These will never fit me,” Beau said, taking the clothes from Beast’s outstretched hands and sizing the man up again. Where Beau was slight, Beast was a giant. “Not if they’re yours.”
“They’re not mine.” Before Beau had a c
