Hal brought me breakfast in bed the next morning. It took quite a bit of maneuvering to extract myself from Gus's arms, though he ended up waking up anyway. He slunk out of the room with his pants and vest, one of the dapper sets I'd gotten him while in town, mumbling something about splashing water in his face at the courtyard spigot.
"This is an unheard of luxury," I said as I finally received the tray. It was just a bowl of oatmeal with some goat's milk and a plate of cut pears, but it was pretty luxurious for me.
"Actions speak louder than words," he said, giving me that soft smile of his and pulling over a chair from the little desk in the room. It had worn out carvings of dear running up and down the sides.
He waited until I'd taken a few bites of the oatmeal before saying more.
