Page 123 of Mr. B

“Of course.”

“I’m being a baby, aren’t I?”

“Maybe a little. But it’s understandable.”

“I’ve talked to Stu every day this week and nothing. No updates. It’s killing me.”

“It’ll be over soon.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not so sure.”

“What are you going to do tonight?”

“Sit here and feel sorry for myself.”

“Weston.”

“I’m fine.” He sighed. “Really, I’m okay.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later.”

Wes ended the call, tossed his phone toward the end of the couch, then slouched down and closed his eyes. He realized he’d dozed off when his phone rang, waking him. He startled awake, sat up, rubbed his face, then reached for the phone. Justin’s name was on the caller ID.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Um…super busy.”

“Right.”

Wes laughed. “I was napping.”

“Okay. When did you shower last?”

“Excuse me?”

“When did you last shower and get out of your sweatpants?”

He thought for a moment. “Wednesday. I think.”

“Dude. Shower and get dressed. I’ll be over in thirty minutes.”

Wes sat up. “You’re coming over to hang out?”

“I’m coming over to get you out of the house.”

“I don’t know.” Wes dropped back against the cushions.

“Shower and get dressed. Thirty minutes.”

Wes scowled. “Fine. But I’m not going to have fun.”

“Whatever, grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Thirty minutes.”