Matheus?” Alistair waved a hand in front of Matheus’ face. “Oh, lord. I’ve broken him.”
“What?” he asked.
“I’ve just told you that I love you,” Alistair said. “Would you like to comment on that?”
The words tumbled out of his mouth, no pauses between them. He twisted his hands in his lap, flicking quick glances at Matheus.
“Now?” asked Matheus. “Did you have to do that now?” He didn’t look at Quin, but Alistair did.
“I’m sorry,” Alistair said.
Quin shifted, turning his head from side to side. Alistair leaned in, placing his hand on Quin’s forehead. He pressed his fingers to Quin’s throat, then pulled the blanket higher. He sat back with a sigh.
“What’s wrong with the way things are?” asked Matheus.
Alistair raised his hands in a helpless gesture.