"Oh, not right now, I just ate that homity pie."
"Good."
"Did you make that for me?"
Matt glanced at him, then away. "Yeah."
Well, he hadn't been poisoned so far, Sammy thought. And this cake was amazing. "Um... thanks, for the food. I think... maybe a couple of hours, like six? I didn't eat much in the hospital. Their food was rank."
"Yeah, I bet. Okay, I'll go start the prep, then. Six is fine." Matt went to turn away, mumbling quietly, "Maybe we could watch a movie... or something?"
What the f**k? Sammy put down his fork. "Matt, what gives? Why are you being so nice?"
Matt froze on the spot. He didn't turn around. "Um..."
"Are you feeling guilty for something? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'll never turn down good food, but don't feel like you have to nanny me." Sammy's eyes narr
