Spot was rambling. Since when did Spot ramble? He was rambling about how Jack had stolen Blink from him. Race didn't think Spot had any claim to Blink. It made his stomach hurt. Then again, Race didn't think he had any claim to Spot.
A question registered. "What color are my eyes?" He looked. They were dark forest green. Spot prowled over the length of gray couch between them and kissed him.
Race opened his eyes slowly, feeling his heart beat settle back to normal, and wondered if this was what it felt like to come down from a high.