He snatched up his pillow and yanked back his bedroom door, fully intending to go into Gideon’s room. But Gideon’s door was open and the kitchen light was on. And was that a tap running? Was he not feeling well? Oh god, had Toby food poisoned him twice in a week? He went toward the kitchen and found Gideon at the sink, drinking a glass of water. He wore his blue striped pyjama pants and a white tee. He didn’t seem surprised to see Toby, and he didn’t appear ill. He looked Toby up and down, pausing at the pillow Toby was holding. “Couldn’t sleep,” Toby said. “Same,” Gideon murmured. He held the
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