When he woke again, the sun was too high to come through the window. PJ was sober now, and realized had still been drunk the first time he woke up. He was glad, because he didn’t think he would have been able to say those things to Giant sober.
Giant’s arm was draped over his chest. PJ had thought that people’s muscles only stood out in lumps when they flexed, but apparently that was wrong. He recited in his mind, Deltoid, triceps, biceps, medial, brachial, lateral, carpal, ulnar—he did fine in science as long as it was just memorizing and numbers and not cutting up animals or setting things on fire—and wondered if it would be okay to touch.
The arm tightened around his chest as Giant stirred.
“Hey.” Giant’s voice made a sort of rumbly vibration through PJ’s chest. It made him shiver, b
