Like with the keys, Gage complied, swaying slightly as he fell back onto the cushions. Christopher went into the kitchen, and, after a quick perusal of the refrigerator’s contents, filled a glass from the tap.
“Here,” he said when he returned. He sat down next to Gage and pressed it into his hand. “Drink this.”
Gage accepted the glass and drank the water without comment. Christopher took it from his fingers before he could drop it, and studied Gage’s face, trying to read what was going on behind his eyes.
“I’m sorry for making you drive all the way across town to pick me up.”
“I’m not.”
“You must be used to this sort of thing. People calling you in the middle of the night.”
Christopher smiled. “Only Rev has the nerve to wake me up in the middle of the night. But don’t worry. I wasn’t
