CHAPTER 22-03
And in a way, that was utterly priceless. In a way, it was also terrifying. It made being around him more comfortable, but Sly feared what would happen if he were to forget who Jackson was, if he allowed himself to see him as a friend, somebody whose company he was coming to greatly enjoy, as opposed to an employer.
"Are you still dry?" Jackson checked before his mom made her way back in. The house had fallen into a blissful quiet. The telly hummed away in the background, but it was so low that they could still hear Martha clunking around in the kitchen.
Blushing, Sly nodded, but almost instinctively reached down to check, his hand giving it a squeeze test. He had forgotten he was wearing it until then. He wasn't surprised to find it dry. He was completely toilet trained,
