Leo said, “I’m fine, honestly, though I want anything you’re baking, didn’t I tell you you were a culinary wizard?” and patted Colby’s arm. “Really I’m fine. Sam’s got me.”
He said that loud enough for Jason to hear. Jason, he knew, did not like hospitals and doctors; that heroic bulk was tense. But Jason had also swung promptly into caretaker mode, conferring with Sam and the assistants about, from the sound of it, not letting Leo do anything much for the rest of the day, or indeed the next day as well, which had been meant to involve fancy suit delivery and last-minute preparations.
The not-doing-much did sound nice. Leo considered Jason’s fussing, and Colby’s chattering about chocolate and anything Leo needed and the ongoing sentence that’d turned into “—and the warmest fluffy socks,
