Jason checked his phone; nothing unexpected about the whirlwind of news and clamoring stories and messages from Susan appreciating his meteoric rise to media prominence. He winced, ignored all of that for now, turned to Colby on the wardrobe trailer steps.
Colby had frozen with one arm into his jacket, pale and stunned. Trapped in ice by whatever’d turned up on the screen.
“Colby,” Jason said. “Colby.”
Colby blinked, shivered, tucked arms into himself. “Jason…”
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes, you can. Only you, please.” Colby leaned against him while Jason tenderly terrifiedly got him into his jacket and then cuddled under fierce action-hero arms. “Here…I’m all right, I’m only…well, you can read it. I want you to know.”
Jason took the phone. Read. Saw a name. Saw red. Swore aloud, and vicio
