“Yeah, it is, but…” He waved a hand in the direction of his companionable ceiling. Once again, it stoically put up with him. “I think there’s something else. I think something’s…not okay. But, no, forget I said that, I shouldn’t be saying things. Speculation. Inadmissible. Hearsay or whatever. Don’t share that, seriously, please.”
“I promise.” She did, too; her voice took this promise and made it fact. “But, for the record…”
“Oh no.”
“I’m going to tell you even more that this should be a thing. Not like a hookup type of thing. But if you need help, and he maybe needs help, then maybe, y’know. You two can at least lean on each other.”
“Allie—” A knock whispered at the door. Not tentative but somehow bashful, it tapped at Jason’s room and interrupted with apologies.
“Oh f**k,” Jason sai
