He goes to the door, giving me a flash of his wry smile on the way.
“When are you ever it?”
“First time for everything,” I mutter.
He checks the peephole and unlocks the door, holding it open.
Falcon walks in first, looking like a construction worker or something, in one of those boiler suits that those kinds of guys’ wear.
“What happened here?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at them.
“Work gear,” Falcon says, as he goes to the fridge.
Shayne is wearing the same get-up as he walks into the room.
It’s kind of weird seeing them both wearing what looks like a uniform.
“I don’t know if I’m into this,” I admit.
Shayne laughs with a hint of bitterness. “I’m definitely not into it, so don’t worry. It’s not a permanent thing. We’re done with the fence.”
He unbuttons the top part and shuffles his arms out of the suit.
His T-shirt is drenched in sweat, and his arms have taken some damage.
“Oh my God,” I mutter, going straight over. “Are you okay?”
He shrugs, his expression sour. “I’ll be fine.”
I look at Falcon who’s drinking from a bottle of water, but who otherwise seems to be in good spirits.
“This is weird,” I tell them, looking over at Jay. “Is this not weird?”
Jay closes the door and locks it before he turns back to me.
“What?”
“These two have switched bodies or something.”
Falcon laughs as he sets down the half-empty bottle of water.
“See?” I point out. “Falcon’s all warm and happy inside, and Shayne’s acting like everything makes him moody. They’ve switched!”
“That doesn’t happen in real life,” Jay says, shaking his head.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m showering first,” Shayne says, as he takes off his shoes. “I feel disgusting.”
“Sure,” Falcon says, before he nods at the cart from lunch. “What’s that still doing here? It looks empty.”
“There’s a huge pot of soup underneath,” Jay admits. “And there’s some bread left, too.”
“Did Robin like it?” Falcon asks.
“She did.” Jay pulls back the curtain to show Falcon the pot.
“I’m glad.” Falcon smiles.
