“I might’ve.” Colin nuzzled his shoulder, talking. “Right when you did it. But I’m not sure either. You were doing a lot and I love feeling your magic on me and I lost track. We’ll have to experiment again.”
Love. Colin had said love. About his magic, not himself, but even so, David lay on his back, arms around his kitten, grinning foolishly at his ceiling. Had to mean something. A starting-point. A good omen.
He beamed, “Give me ten minutes and we can totally—wait, did you ever eat your sandwich? You didn’t, did you?”
“I—”
One quick magical gesture. Pastrami landing on his own chest. Inches from Colin’s face. In retrospect he likely shouldn’t’ve startled his kitten, who twitched and kicked him in the shin and made a noise suspiciously like a hiss at the hapless half-sandwich in its co
