“Well, yeah. He’s super old school, and the business is failing because of it.”
“Then why do you have to fix it?”
He sat up again, glaring at the warrior. Avery scrunched up his face. “I thought you were supposed to be making me feel better, not asking the hard questions.”
“Red, if you want me to make you feel better, you should invite me over.”
Avery groaned. “I have to fix it, because they already fixed my life.”
“That’s a ‘no’ to coming over, then?”
The screens changed, so he and Linc were standing in a candlelit tunnel. He’d love to have Linc sitting next to him, but he had a lot on his mind, and Linc’s mouth, his body, and his hands would be too much of a distraction. “Let’s play.”
“Do I get to see you tomorrow?” His voice held a note of pouting, making Avery squirm in his seat. Maybe Linc should come over after all. “You still there, Red?”
“Yeah.” They moved carefully up the tunnel.
“So, tomorrow?”
“Yes.” His face heated at the thought. Linc’s mouth on his, on his body. His hands, his—
A troll stepped in front of them and ripped Linc’s arms off.
“Oh, fuck, not again.”
