He had finished on the crusts, and was left the with soft innards of the bread. Aubrey’s manner of eating was – was still, he supposed – a rodent-like nibbling, holding the piece of bread up close to his mouth and snuffling bites almost ferociously fast, like he was afraid someone would stop him in the process of it.
This time, he was relieved to be interrupted, because Dorset was awake at last. Aubrey swallowed his current mouthful. “I wasn’t sure,” he offered, to explain his continued presence, and his continued quizzical gaze. “You were... very still.”
This time, he was relieved to be interrupted, because Dorset was awake at last. Aubrey swallowed his current mouthful. “I wasn’t sure,” he offered, to explain his continued presence, and his continued quizzical gaze. “You were... very still.”
Formerly known as Davis,