Chapter 5
“You cooked?”
“Do you have to sound so surprised?” Lost for ideas, Dean had chosen food as a safe bet. Everyone needed to eat. He couldn’t remember when he’d last shared anything but pizza with Jay, so…
More of an explanation deserted him. Under a black woollen jacket, Jay wore the shirt. Cream, pistachio green, beige, pale blue and brown stripes so thin they were difficult to distinguish blended with a fitted shape skimming Jay’s silhouette. Marked improvement over the baggy, shapeless garments Jay hid in so much of late, but the shock lingered. Seeing Jay hadn’t put on weight or grown thin came as a surprising relief, the suppressed concern Jay might be unwell leaving him. Faded beige jeans complemented the shirt, and Dean almost opened his mouth to tell Jay he should dress
