Brodie finally looked at Jamie, who seemed to be relaxing. He had likely taken something for the pain. Good thing.
"Are you feeling any better?" Brodie asked almost under his breath, like his voice didn't want to come out. Maybe he needed some water. Maybe later. He wondered why Jamie hadn't changed when he had gone to do whatever it was he needed to do. Perhaps he liked the costume that much.
"So, I got this present..." He began, and scanned Jamie's face for hints of anything. Being literal and direct wasn't really his thing - he wrote 'poetry' for god's sake. "...Anonymously. This afternoon." Ball was on the other court for now.