Andy chuckled, stretching his legs out and pushing his plate away. “Not only that, but he can see in his dreams, huh? He has instant replay on his rides, built in.”
“Sort of.” Jase shrugged, blushed. “I cain’t tell, for sure, if it’s real or not. Like I knew Bax’s cast was blue, but I dreamed he had a beard, when he didn’t.”
“Well, Coke’s right. We can use it.” Dillon nodded, slipping an arm around Coke’s waist from behind to stop him pacing. “We’ve got more to work with than we thought.”
Coke nodded, leaned into him a little bit, enough to make Bax stare. Dillon puffed up, staring Bax down enough that Andy had the grace to look away, a little puzzled frown on his brow. The boys would just have to get used to it.
“Dillon, man? Where’d you go? I got yourcoffee.”
“Thanks, Jase.” He only took a few steps, enough to get around Coke, letting Jason come to him.
Jason came toward him, walking careful, stopping when he nudged the chair, and moving around it. Dillon waited for Jase to hold it out, mostly in the right direction, before saying, “A little to the left, man.”
Coke and Bax watched him like he was Simon Legree, but Jason would have to learn to be precise. Follow the voice commands.
“Thanks.” Jason found his hand, managed to only splash the tiniest bit. The look of satisfaction on Jase’s face sort of made him sick to his stomach a little.
“Good job.” Not a bit of his upset came out in his voice, and he was proud. “Now comes the hard part. Get me the milk?”
“Is it on the table still or in the fridge again?”Smart boy.
“On the table. Bax moved it, though.” He held up a finger, trying to get Bax and Coke not to speak.
Coke was vibrating, and Dillon knew he was wanting to help, so bad.
“Well, then, clown-boy, give me a hint.” Jason was actually grinning.
“It’s at almost twelve o’clock from Bax’s left hand.” Bax had sat on Jason’s left side, so it would be a ways over from where he’d put it down to begin with.
Jason’s forehead wrinkled, and Dillon could swear he could see the gears working. Then Jason went right, taking the shorter route, following the table around to Bax. “Hey, you.”
Bax’s arm got a quick caress, then Jason followed it down, sliding to Andy’s fingers, and then to the milk jug.
Smart Jason. “You won’t be able to get away with that in public, but it works.”
“I don’t know what to do in public yet. Or with the cameras. Fans.” The milk bottle shook a little, then stopped.
“Well, you’re learning fast.” Dillon took the jug when Jase finally handed it over, pouring some in his coffee before handing it back. “Here you go.”
“Where do you want me to put it?”
“In the fridge, son. In the door.” Coke’s eyes were dark, devastated, but Jason wouldn’t hear it in the easy words.
Jason found the fridge easily enough, got the door open, and fumbled a little with the milk to get it into place.
Damn.
“You want to take a swim, Bax?”
“Sure, Mini. I’m all for it.” Bax had perked up a bit with food and coffee, and grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge before taking Jason’s hand. “Come on. Y’all coming?”
“I’ll be out in a while. I need to shave.” Coke turned and headed down the hall, shoulders up by his ears.
Sighing, Dillon waved Bax and Jason off. “You guys go ahead. I’ll clean up in here and stuff.” And go give Coke a little massage in the shower.
Jason shook his head. “No. You oughta go with Coke, huh? Me and Bax can break dishes real good.”
“Thanks, Jason.” Dillon patted Jason’s arm on the way by. “Just watch the knife in the sink, okay? I used the bread knife to cut toast.”
