I sighed and rubbed my eyes with the heel of one hand. “Wayne,” I said, loud enough to wake him.
His eyes popped open, then widened when he saw me staring down at him.
“Logan,” he said, using the wall to help himself off the floor and stepped to the side, out of the way. He looked haggard and pale, even as he watched me warily.
I let us into the apartment and heard him shut the door behind us, focusing on removing my boots and insulated overalls, which I hung on one of the hooks on the wall. The sweatshirt and jeans I wore underneath were old and stained from years of use. I turned and stretched, twisting from side to side in an attempt to remove some of the kinks from my spine. I could feel Wayne’s eyes on me, but I remained silent.
Finally, as I walked into the kitchen, he said, “I k
