Page 101 of Demons Dig Donuts

Maybe.

Almost.

“Raphaelos.”

“What?” Indy popped his head up, squinting at Mr. Heiss in the dark. “Did you say something?”

Mr. Heiss still had his eyes closed, but he said again, “Raphaelos. That’s what Raph is short for.” He hugged Indy closer.

“Oh… So, not like a Ninja Turtle.”

“If you repeat it to anyone, I will pull your lower intestinal tract out through your nose.”

“Fuck, you can’t talk dirty like that right before we go to sleep.” Indy playfully humped Mr. Heiss’s hip. He yelped when he got a prompt smack on his ass from Mr. Heiss’s tail. Even through the blankets, it stung. “See, now I’m really horny. Good job. You made it worse.”

Mr. Heiss growled in annoyance, but Indy swore he was smiling.

“Fine. Nighty night.”

“Sleep well, Sonnenschein.”

Indy closed his eyes, a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. “You too, asshole.”

Sleep came fast—so quickly, Indy didn’t realize Mr. Heiss had actually used his name until the singular moment before exhaustion took him.

Indy woke up alone.

That wasn’t unusual considering his line of work and intensely scant dating history—as in, he didn’t have one—but still feeling someone watching him was new. Maybe he wasn’t as alone as he first thought. There was definitely a presence, but it didn’t seem malicious. But whatever it was, it wasn’t going away.

He rolled over, slowly opening his eyes to investigate.

He found a pair of big black doe eyes gazing back at him.

It was a very curious leshy, sitting on the floor and peering over the edge of the mattress.

“Oh! Hey, Dill!” Indy yawned, trying to shake it off so he could speak. “Shit, sorry. Hey, are you okay, babe?”

Dill blinked.

“You know, from the whole saving my fine little butt, winning the battle pretty much just you and your girlie, and the whole going fwoom thing.” Indy chuckled. “That was pretty damn incredible.”

Dill nodded and smiled sweetly.

“And you’re just… fine now? Aodnait too?”

Dill nodded again.

“After blowing the fuck up?”

Dill shrugged.

“Okie dokie then.” Indy started to stand, but he stopped. “Okay, you need to cover those innocent eyeballs right now.”

“Grow?” Dill sounded concerned.

“I’m fine, buddy.” Indy glanced around. “Just, uh, need some clothes.”

“Grow!” Dill grinned and his shoulders bulged.