“we don’t need the bed, and what were you planning on doing with Calix? He’s probably still sleeping.” “I would have dropped him somewhere else,” he tells me pragmatically. I pat Grim’s chest. “You can’t just go dropping people in unexpected places when you feel like it.” “Why not? I would have collected him when we were done. He’s in our bed,” he adds, like I’m the one not seeing reason.
