Ampersand had backed himself up on the opposite bed next to the wall, standing on it in a crouch with his back almost parallel to the floor, his hands up and open like bear traps, hovering on his haunches like he was about to pounce. Not a good look for deescalating tension. Cora approached him. “Hey, buddy, let’s put our hands down. Can you maybe sit down on the bed? Then we can all sit down.”
