Page 6 of Leading the Blind
God, what the fuck were they doing? What the fuck was he thinking, letting Pharris convince Jason that he could do this?
“I’m okay, Bax.” Jason reached over and touched his wrist, his fingers a little greasy. Offering him comfort, and didn’t that make him feel guilty as hell? “Just wore out. It ain’t no thing.”
“We’re about to go rest.” He opened the box of chicken. “Here, Mini. Have a bite.” Bax would get out a biscuit next.
“Is it going to be like this forever, you think?”
“Shut up and eat, Mini.” He didn’t have no more answers than anybody. He didn’t know. Maybe he needed to ask around, see what kind of training Jason was supposed to be having. Shit, who was he kidding? He’d have to google it.
Dear Google, How the fuck do I help a guy who’s trying to pretend he ain’t blind?
Right.
Fuck.
He nibbled a chicken finger. Might as well get them to the campground. “We’ll heat all this up, huh?”
“Yeah.” Jason carefully refolded the box of onion rings.
“You can have all you want. I was just kind of thinking we’d eat while it was hot, but we should get comfy.” Bax always felt like he had to overexplain, since Jase couldn’t see his face.
“You didn’t sign on for this, Bax. I know you didn’t.”
Bax got the wheels rolling again. “I was always yours.”
“Always is a long time.”
“Yep. Even when I didn’t admit it, I was yours.” Bax shrugged. “It’s just that simple.”
“Okay.” And there it was.
Whatever they had to figure, from fans to chicken fingers, Andy Baxter was all in.
They’d figure it out or they would go down in flames.
One way or the other, they’d be fine.
Once they stoppedand he got in the trailer, Jason thought he could breathe. This was familiar, easy. He felt like he knew where he was, where everything was. Like he could eat.
Bax heated up the food in the little toaster oven, which got the crispy stuff crispy again.Yum.The biscuits and red beans went into the microwave.
“Smells good. Smellsrealgood.” He pulled out paper plates and forks, then found the ranch in the mini fridge.
“It does, huh?” Bax sounded pretty happy, which was good.
He put the plates and stuff on the table, then went to the microwave and waited for the beep.
“You want some ranch now? I got butter out for the biscuits.”
“I want both. I got the ranch already.”
“Well, look at you,” Bax teased. “All efficient.”
“Shut up, you butthead.”
He laughed though, didn’t he?
“Mmm. Make me.” Bax swung him around, the tiny space in the trailer leaving him nowhere to go. He let it happen, knowing that Bax had him. All he had to do was keep his eyes open.
