It was well past everyone's bedtime, but we were wide awake with a pizza box and cans of cola sitting between us on the bed.
Nom-Nom had been on her third can since roughly the moment she confirmed I hadn't died in my sleep.
The two previous cans sat crushed in a neat row beside her while she worked through her fourth slice of the pizza with the systematic focus of someone who had spent a significant portion of the night in a state she was now actively eating her way out of.
Peko sat with her back straight in the chair beside her, holding her slice with her fingertips and taking small, precise bites while her violet eyes moved between the pizza and the stumps that had once been my left arm and right leg.
