"Charlie, I totally should get a date on Valentine’s Day," Jay shouts as he barrels into hotel room, barely avoiding tripping over our bags on the floor.
He grins, bouncing from foot to foot as I stare at him. “A date. With something human?”
"I dunno. But! there is this saying that love is blind and and and I am blind so that means I should get a date."
"That isn’t quite how it works, kiddo."
"Oh. But — but I might have looked into getting chocolates already!"
"I think you’d like chocolates more."
I blink. “Jay, I am almost ten years older than you, you are not human and eleven —.”
He scowls behind his shades. “I know all that but I kind of want to give you a gift and were friends and! you are totally my best friend and sometimes friends need more that just hugs, even if they are Jay hugs.”
"Jay. I don’t ever need more than that from you."
"Uhm. You might?"
"I might." I close my eyes. "What happened?"
"I might have kinda yelled at a really mean police officer who tried to shoot me and all ran away."
"A police officer tried to shoot you."
"I’m fine though and —."
"Pack. Now. This is going to be more than chocolates."
"Okay," he says. "But —."
"I was going to get you the chocolates before all this, Charlie!"
I let out a breath and walk over, giving Jay a hug. “I know. It’ll be okay.”
"You’re a Jaysaurus so it will be fine."
He grins hugely and goes back to packing.