"And to think I came here to nurse you back to health." I lifted my head long enough to give him a glare then stretched my arms above my head.
"Take off the necklace, and you can nurse all you want."
"The necklace? Why?" I fingered the brown necklace and tugged it over my head.
"I have a theory."
"Oh, this should be good."
"Do you want to hear it or not?"
"Yes." I took off the necklace, placed it on the nightstand, and sat on the bed.
"If you wear the fertility necklace at the same time I do, and we sit on the same bed, we'll—" He waved his hand in the air.
"Sleep?"
Jace rolled his eyes. "You know… we'll… you know."
"Do your speeches always go this well, Mr. Senator?"
"Have sex." he coughed, "and we should probably not, not with the sex."
"Not with the sex?" I repeated. "Eloquent."
"I'm sick. Bad fish." He coughed.
"You're a liar, and you're going to hell."
"Funny, I told Travis that exact same thing today."
"No sex?"
"Cute." He threw a pillow at my face. "No, that I was going to hell."
"Well, at least Grandma won't be there," I offered cheerfully.
"Point Jace." He closed his eyes and moaned.
"Are you really sick?"
"Do I look sick?"
He was still in all his clothes but lying across the bed; his eyes had dark circles underneath them, and he looked pale.
"Kind of."
"So I look like shit?"
"Of course not."
He gave a relieved sigh.
"Shit looks like Donkey."
He closed his eyes and mumbled a curse. "It's like the island of misfit toys."
"And you're the king. Yay, you!" I offered a playful punch to the arm.