Patrick opened his eyes to see it was already after eight Saturday morning. He swung his legs out of bed and blinked a couple times to get his bearings. Josh still lay next to him sleeping away. He was surprised, really. He had expected Josh to sneak away in the dead of night to avoid the inevitable it’s not you, it’s me conversation.
He picked up his discarded clothes from the night before and tossed them in the hamper this time. Then he bent down and picked up Josh’s and left them lying on the bed. Trying to be quiet, he pulled out sweatpants and a T-shirt and dressed.
As long as he was going to have a guest this morning, Patrick decided he might as well make breakfast.
By the time Josh appeared in the kitchen doorway, Patrick had already made coffee, bacon, biscuits, and fried potato
