Chapter 5Three weeks and three days. Four. Five. Getting easier. If easier was the word. More normal, anyway. The lighter-heartedness—not wholly mended but less heavy—carried over into the future, and Justin smiled more often, and sang along when Kris put on music.
They found new routines. Justin remained terribly bruisable and easily tired and very human, but started cooking again, pulling out his stepmother’s Filipino recipes and some British pub classics and the French toast he’d made for Kris the very first morning he’d stayed over; he sometimes needed to sit down in the kitchen, and generally dressed in insulating fuzzy layers, but he regarded pots and pans with triumph each time.
He kept on working from home, but got more animated in phone calls and discussions with his editorial d
