Hobbes didn't look up while Mike was talking. His face was resting in his hand on the arm of his chair, and his eyes slid from Eostre's bump to Mike's face and back again. He felt a shameful flush start, but he ducked his head to hide it. He didn't need Cutter seeing that.

He made a soft noise when Cutter spoke, something getting wound tighter inside him, but he didn't speak right away.

"She's too good," he said eventually, not really able to meet either men's eyes.