“Yes I did. It’s horrid to get into a sweaty bed. Gabe, you look really bad. Get into bed now and do as I say.” I put out my hands to help him if he needs me, but then freeze at his next faint words. “I’ve imagined you saying that a few times, Dylan, but never when I feel this crap.” I shoot a glance at him, trying to analyse what he means, but it’s useless as I’m not sure that he even knows what he’s saying at this point.
