Awakened

Z herself yet, but Aphrodite says Zoey isn’t herself—that she isn’t really staying on Skye because of Stark. She’s staying there because she’s withdrawn from the world.”
    “I just don’t believe that, Damien,” Jack said firmly.
    “I don’t want to believe it, either, but the facts are that Zoey isn’t coming back with Aphrodite and Darius, and she really isn’t talking to anyone about when she is returning. Then there’s the whole Heath issue. Zoey comes back to Tulsa, and you know she’s going to have to face the fact that Heath isn’t here—that he’ll never be here again.”
    “It’s terrible, isn’t it?” Jack said.
    Their eyes met in perfect understanding. “Losing someone you love that much would be awful. It has to have changed Zoey.”
    “Of course it has, but she’s still our Z. I have a strong feeling that she’s going to be home sooner than you think,” Jack said.
    Damien sighed. “I hope you’re right.”
    “Hey, even you admit that I’m right a bunch. I’ll be right about Zoey coming back soon, too. I just know it.”
    “Okay, well, I’m going to believe you, mostly because I love your positive attitude.”
    Jack grinned and gave him a quick kiss. “Thank you!”
    “Well, whether Z comes back in a week or a month, I’m still not sure it’s a one-hundred-percent good idea for you to hang paper swords outside from a tree when you don’t know when you’re going to need those decorations. What if it rains tomorrow?”
    “Oh, I’m not going to put them all up, silly! I’m just doing a test run on a few of them to be sure I have the folds perfect so they’ll hang right.”
    “Is that why you have the claymore here? It looks awfully sharp and, well, exposed leaning against the table like that. Shouldn’t the pointed end be down?”
    Jack’s gaze followed Damien’s over to where the long silver sword rested, hilt down on the ground, blade up and shining in the flickering gaslights that illuminated the school at night.
    “Well, Dragon gave me strict instructions, which I mostly listened to even though I kept being distracted by how sad he looked. You know, I don’t think he’s doing very well.” Jack said the last part of the sentence in a hushed voice as if he didn’t want Duchess to overhear him.
    Damien sighed and threaded his hand with Jack’s. “I don’t think he’s doing very well, either.”
    “Yeah, he was telling me stuff about not sticking the pointy part of the sword into the ground ’cause it’d make it dull or something, and all I could think about was how dark the circles were under his eyes,” Jack said.
    “Honey, I don’t think he’s been sleeping,” Damien said sadly.
    “I shouldn’t have bothered him about borrowing a sword, but I wanted to use a real example to create origami from and not just a picture.”
    “I don’t think you were bothering Dragon. Anastasia’s death is something he’s going to have to work through. I’m sorry to say it, but there’s nothing we can or can’t do to change that. And anyway, you had an excellent idea. Your origami is looking very realistic.”
    Jack wriggled with pleasure. “Oooh! Do you really think so?”
    Damien put his arm around him and held him close. “Absolutely. You’re a gifted decorator, Jack.”
    Jack snuggled into him. “Thank you. You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
    Damien laughed. “That’s not hard to be with you. Hey, do you need some help with folding the swords?”
    It was Jack’s turn to laugh. “No. You’re not even good at present wrapping, so I’m guessing origami is not one of your many talents. But I could use your help with something else.” Jack shot Duchess a pointed look, then leaned closer to Damien and whispered into his ear. “You could take Duch for a walk. She won’t leave me alone and she keeps messing up my paper.”
    “Okay, no problem. I was going to go for a jog. You know what they say: a chubby gay is not a happy gay. Duch can take some laps with me. She’ll be too exhausted to obsess over you.”
    “It’s so cute that you jog.”
    “You don’t say that when I’m hot and sweaty afterward,” Damien said as he stood up and fished Duchess’s leash from the winter-browned grass.
    “Hey, sometimes I like you hot and sweaty,” Jack said, smiling up at him.
    “Then maybe I won’t take a shower afterward,” Damien said.
    “Maybe that’s a really good idea,” Jack said.
    “Or maybe you should take the shower with