The clicking of the kettle followed the rumbling of boiling water; the rattling that had been filling the silence was coming to an end. The ticking of a clock and the sounds of the outside were to replace the shuddering; at least something was filling the awkward stillness.
Jake had heard the snap of the boiler and stood slowly from his chair in his bedroom, where he had been sitting for at least an hour now, wondered to the kitchen and quickly poured the kettle’s hot contents into a mug where granules and sugar were waiting. The aroma of coffee started filling the room which did give him a little jolt of alertness. He certainly needed it.
He added milk to the cup, stirred, yawned and walked back to his bedroom, checking the time as he did so. It was past midnight. He sighed, wondering if he could just collapse on a surface and just drop into the dream world. But, as he sat back in his chair, he realised he still needed to be there for the man in his bed.
Jinxx was lying there, f