My gaze drinks them in, as if we’ve been apart for months, and not just over two weeks. I search out Jax, who, to be honest, looks like shit. “Bro, you look like shit!” Loki observes, voicing my thoughts aloud. I elbow him in the gut, eliciting an oomph sound. Twat. We hear Jax’s deep, rumbling laugh come over the speaker as he rubs his hands over his face, “Yeah, I feel like shit.”
