If he thought about it, it was strange, Coby being the steadying one, but he was doing a lot of that since he'd been brought here. Which was probably why he didn't think about it very often. Easier to simply be, than analyze it.

He watched the flames flowing around Jag's hands, felt the warm weight of his friend along his side, and shifted enough to rub slow arcs across Jag's back. "Now's usually when I wish I'd brought my guitar."