Jude stares placidly back. Nothing is his own around Parker. Not his time, not his space, not half the thoughts in his head or the impulses in his hands. Parker sits up into his face, Parker narrows his eyes, and Jude bears it with a hazel blink.

"Do you want to come with me?"

He finds the words spoken between them without a thought for how they got there, in his head or out his mouth. But there they are, and he has to--clarify. Damage control. "To drive out, Charlie--he's working." He's always working. It stopped mattering a long time ago, except that it hurts his dad too, that he won't be seeing his son see a college campus for the first time.