“Mmmph,” Pete mumbles into his sub. “You were right. This bread is awesome.”
Pete is grinning with his mouth full, and Marcus tries not to laugh, though his stomach sinks a bit. It’s nice to see Pete smiling again, especially since their last meeting went so wrong. It still hurts a little, though, to remember good things.
“Bread’s the most important part,” Marcus agrees. His own sub is barely touched. Being sober for the first time in a week isn’t doing great things for his appetite, nor is the anxiety twisting up his insides. His meds hadn’t been working right, but they’d clearly been doing something. A week’s worth of missed doses has that uncomfortable numbness fading into the familiar shades of nausea and nerves.
Pete chews thoughtfully as he gives Marcus a calculated gaze. “You, um
