"No, Jackie," Dave sighs, "no, it's not a girl." He suddenly finds the bed comforter very interesting as the boy picks at it.
I "Oh, Davey, it's all this strikin' stuff, ain't it?" Jack asked. God, you are so dumb Jack. Why can't you just understand?
"Nah, Jackie, I just-I dunno, it just-," Davey sighs, the boy rendering him speechless.
Jack scoots a little bit closer to him as Dave fumbles for the words. Jack leans down to look up to David's face, which once again found the blanket very intriguing. There he goes again. With those stupid eyes and that stupid smile.
"You okay, Dave?" He looks at the boy with concern. David is contemplating telling Jack the truth.
"Jack, I just want to come right out and say that.." Davey stopped mid-sentence. Jack rose a brow. "That if you wanted to stay over you can," David concluded. "I mean, you're here already and there's a perfectly good bed you could be sleeping in right now."
Jack blinked. Then he nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd like that."
David smiled in relief. "Really? Oh good, okay." The boy got up from his bed to usher his friend over to it. As soon as Jack's body hit the mattress he visibly relaxed.
David slid under the covers with Jack, but Jack began to shiver.
"Do you need blankets?" Dave asks Jack. "You're cold and something warm will help you sleep."
Jack shakily nodded and made a start to sit up but was stopped by David. "Don't get up, I'll get it for you."
