They checked in and took seats against the wall side by side to wait for the triage nurse. Gwyn tilted his head back and shut his eyes again. He was pretty much done. The six weeks of pressure had suddenly lifted and he felt like he needed to balance them out with about three months sleep.
Darren sat silently beside him, mucking about on his phone. Gwyn could feel him, even with his eyes shut. He inhabited space, somehow. Not an enormous amount, like Brân did— always seeming bigger than his already huge body simply because of his size— but a small, dense, certain presence that Gwyn was aware of even if he couldn’t see him.
“I’ll move that money over in a minute,” Gwyn said, opening his eyes and looking at him.
“Won’t you have trouble setting up a new payment without the card?”
“Shitf
