“Sure,” Jake said. He looked anxious, which was understandable since he was about to have some major ink done. “I’ve had my Wheaties and everything.”
“Great.” Gabe smiled at him in a way he hoped was reassuring. “Come on,” he said, thankful to be taking Jake up to the studio and away from Rob’s judging eyes. He yanked the door open and let Jake go first, feeling weirdly like he was protecting him.
“Take care,” Rob said.
Gabe didn’t answer.
* * * *
“Okay,” Gabe said when they reached the studio at the top of the stairs. “You probably already know this, but I should tell you that we always only use disposable needles, rubber bands and grommets, and we disinfect the machines between clients, so there won’t be any risk of infection.” He rubbed his hands together, trying to remember if the
