Fed and more meds taken, Landon lay in bed again. His computer lay in his lap and he was streaming a movie. He probably should have been dealing with email from work, but he had too little focus.
Trey sat on the bed beside him. “Whatcha watching?”
“Speed.”
“That thing with the bus?”
“Yeah, I think I’ve seen it three times, but I’m too tired to hunt for something different.”
“Want some company?” Trey asked.
“If you like.”
“Scoot over.”
They sat watching the movie for a while, both making rude comments about how unrealistic the police protocol was. Landon eventually slumped sideways, tired, his head resting against Trey’s shoulder.
“You know we can watch the rest of this later if you want,” Trey suggested.
“Still watching.”
“Through your eyelids apparently.”
“Am not.” Landon prie
