The pair remained frozen in place for a few odd moments, each seemingly waiting for the other to say something first.
Neither did.
The wind blowing through the narrow street and the distant buzz of unstable electricity were the only sounds between them, occasionally joined by the flickering hum of one of the dying lights overhead.
Jason's stomach suddenly rumbled.
Frost's eyes snapped toward him.
An embarrassed expression flashed across the handsome bastard's face, and Frost couldn't help himself.
"Pfft—"
Jason's head snapped toward him, a hostile but embarrassed expression on his face.
"What the fuck are you laughing—"
Grrrrrrr...
Frost's snicker came to an abrupt halt as his own stomach betrayed him.
Jason stared at him, and Frost stared back.
"..."
"..."
What followed was perhaps the strangest turn of events Frost had experienced since arriving in this world.
Jason actually suggested that the two of them work together to find somewhere they could get food.
