"I'm pretty sure it's more along the lines of making sure I'm never hungry," Jamie told him, relieving him of the snacks and closing the door. "He worries. I don't blame him."
He waved a hand, as though to brush the thought away, then curled it into a fist when he noticed a slight tremble in it. Fuck, he was nervous and out of practice. He shoved his hands through his hair, undoing everything he'd done previously. He felt like he was looking over the edge of a cliff. He should never have opened his fat mouth.
His phone chose that moment to go off loudly, and he took it out and read the text. From Roxanna, of course. 'Breathe. Be honest. Be yourself. I love you.'
He sank down onto his bed, gesturing for Phantasos to take a seat. "So I'm sure you're wondering what the hell's going on, and I don't blame you. I know you wouldn't send me bad dreams, that's not the problem." He sighed and dropped his head into his hands.