Trent had to admit his hand did feel better. Even with using it to eat the food that Beth had finished making. Now he was just tired. It had been a long night and he wanted to crawl into bed. Instead he was babysitting Beth. She'd fed him and with his tummy full, he really could have used some sleep.
He was no stranger to being awake for a full day, but it hadn't been since he'd been in the army that he'd done it the last time. His life was pretty simple these days and it mostly revolved around Grotesque.
He sat at her breakfast bar because if he was in a comfortable chair he would fall asleep. She'd left to take a shower so he pulled out his phone. There was more real estate to look at for Grotesque and he still had to convince his partner that this was a good idea. He could float them
