Colby let out a noise that wasn’t a word, languid and almost innocent, eyes big and lips parted.
“Nonverbal?” Jason said. “You?” and petted his hip. “Hey, come on, say something, should I be worried?”
Colby shook his head at that. A few strands of hair stuck to his face; Jason brushed them back and kissed his temple. “Not too much?”
“Flowing everywhere,” Colby said. “Like—like rain. Lights in rain. I can talk if you want.” His voice sounded like his, but younger and drowsy as sleepy tapestries in rainswept towers. “I think I’m floating. Am I?”
“You are a wizard,” Jason pointed out. “But no. Or yes. Maybe metaphorically. Weather check. You okay with me f*****g you, like this? When you’re feeling like this?”
“I’m feeling so much. Have I told you that? I think I have. Yes, please, yes, I
