Ken had better conversations in the past, but talking to Jamie hadn't been that bad at all. It hadn't been the best conversation ever, mostly due to its brevity, but hey. Couldn't win them all.

And now it was back to the sun room. (Because really. The nurses deserved to be committed themselves if they thought he was going to willingly go to arts and crafts. Make license plates out of macaroni or some shit? No thanks.) And that was how Ken found himself on the couch, lap claimed by a cat who wanted attention now, damn it.

There were worse ways to kill time...