“Yes, of course,” Matthew said. “I’ll be here waiting.”
With a stretch, Gavin stood. He took a long look at Matthew and when he spoke again, his tone was gentle. “Try not to spend the entire time clutching that. Maybe feed yourself.”
Matthew looked down at his hand. He was holding his cross, but for the life of him, he couldn’t recall even taking it out of his shirt.
“I…”
There were no words. He let the cross fall back in place while Gavin walked away.
Gavin only made it the doorway. He stopped, turned, and waited for Matthew to look at him. “By the way, yes, I did want to leave you something to remember me by while I slept. I’m sorry it was just coffee. Roses would have been a nice alternative.”
The only thing Matthew could think to say was, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Matthew.”
