Re: Si/Jamie: diner
[Jamie hadn't bothered with anything. Not even a teeth rub. He was wearing one of the faded-out, thread-thin shirts with the Miami City ballet logo across the front and jeans that it looked like he'd slept in. Because he had. Si didn't look bad but Jamie only had a carnival trip to anchor his expectation in. The phone was buzzing occasionally, the guy who had been the other dreamer. Jamie's knee bounced. Si didn't walk in looking like judge and jury but he hadn't expected him to.]
Yeah. [He didn't need to ask if Si did. The smell.]