"This isn't good enough," he said.
Brooks' shoulders drooped. "I know. But whenever I offer to quit school and get a job, Aunt Elle says over her dead body. She always said we were close to getting a better place. But then she lost her job and had to use her savings to keep us going. Really. Put her in my bed. I'll take the couch tonight."
Saber glanced over at Gomez. He nodded. It would have to do. For tonight, at least.
Fuck. He'd intended on sleeping on the couch tonight, wanting to ensure she was all right. He guessed the floor would be all right. But he wasn't sure how Brooks would feel about him sleeping on the floor of his bedroom.
"We should stay," Saber said. "Make sure she's okay."
Brooks gave him an alarmed look. Glancing back and forth between them, he straightened his sho
