“So, what do you want to do?” Seth asks as they make their way out of the hospital.
“No clubs. Not ready to party again, yet. I’ve been eating hospital and vending machine food, so maybe dinner somewhere?” Holden suggests.
Seth pats his stomach. “I like the way you think. I had to skip lunch.”
Holden looks concerned. “You need to eat, then!”
They talk about places to go as they walk to Seth’s car and decide they both feel like Mexican food after lots of boring, flavorless food for them both the past few days. Seth opens the passenger door for Holden as it sticks and ends up standing close to him in the quiet parking lot. Holden is almost as talk as him, and Seth doesn’t get that with a lot of guys. He reaches out, tempted to touch a strand of messy blue hair, but he hesitates. He’s lea
