“He draws enjoyment from a good chin scratch,” Jacob commented about their cat as he waited for the glass in his hand to fill from the tap. The faint echo of the stream of water pouring into the cup reduced, so he shut the faucet off the moment before it overflowed and took a few steps towards the couch to hold the glass out towards Ben. “Is tonight a night for liquor and otherwise, or shall we flourish in each other’s company unaffected?”








