“Go to bed. I’ve got this,” Jason said, rubbing his hands down his face on a groan even as he mentally went over every possible hiding spot in the in-law apartment and-
“Goddamnit,” he said, sighing heavily as he got up and headed back to the in-law apartment where the old woman that he adored was currently struggling to open a twenty-ounce Coke.
“I need it!” Grandma said as Jason plucked the Coke out of her hand, opened it, and took a sip as he ran his gaze over her wheelchair and-
“This is just sad,” Jason said with a pitying shake of his head as he grabbed the can of Coke that she’d hidden in the bottom of her cane holster.
She didn’t say anything, but then again, he didn’t really expect her to. As her eyes narrowed on him, he leaned down, kissed her forehead and said, “Goodnight,” only to chuckle and jump out of the way when she reached for her cane.