Joey did as he'd been told. When he came back Glenn chuckled in amusement. "Now you look like a kid in his big brother’s hand-me-downs." Although truth be told, there was something about seeing the handsome boy with Glenn’s sweats hanging from his hips that brought on a predatory urge. One that Glenn decided needed to be ignored.
Joey smiled ruefully. "Better than a snowman, and thanks for the clothes."
"Better than you catching pneumonia. What the hell were you doing out in this weather dressed the way you were?"
"It was barely snowing when I left the house. I was going for a run and, well…" Joey shrugged.
"All snowy hell broke loose. Gotcha. Maybe you should call your mother and let her know you're all right."
"Yeah. Let me…" Joey started toward the door to the kitchen.
"Here, use mine." Glenn took his cell from its holster and handed it to Joey. "You hungry?" When Joey nodded, Glenn went into the kitchen, as much to give Joey privacy to talk as to find something to fix for supper. He looked up from the stove a few minutes later when he heard the door open. "Was she glad to know you found a safe haven?"
"Oh yeah, big time. She was really worried."
"Big shock there. Sit down, this should be ready soon."
"Can I help?"
"Sure. Grab plates from the cupboard," Glenn pointed, "and get out silverware." He nodded to one of the drawers. "You getting warmed up?" he asked as an afterthought.
"Yes, thank you." Joey got everything and set the table. His stomach began growling from the aroma of whatever Glenn was making. "Smells good."
"It is." Glenn put the pan on the table. "Pot roast on the second day is always better than the first. Dig in."
Joey had to agree the food was good, even more than good. When he finished his first helping, he glanced at Glenn for permission to take more.
Glenn nodded that he could and smiled when Joey filled his plate again. "You're at the age when you're a bottomless pit, I think. What are you, nineteen, twenty maybe?"
"Twenty-one," Joey told him, trying not to huff.
"Ah, then you're legal."
"I was legal at sixteen," Joey replied with great seriousness.
Glenn laughed. "Hopefully your girlfriend was as well."
"Yeah, well," Joey looked at him, said, "Never had one of those… and why the hell did I just admit that?" He turned red with embarrassment.
"That's what happens if you're tired, the brain to mouth filter shuts down."
Joey snorted. "It'll do that sometimes even when I'm not tired."
Glenn decided to give him a break instead of teasing him more. "Are you in school, college or whatever?"
"I'm taking courses online. There's no college close enough to commute and I don't want to move away until… well, not yet."
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