“Charlie, you just killed the first neuron that was waking up.”
“Do you want me to call you back later?” she murmurs, and from her tone, I sense she may feel a little guilty. Just a little.
“The damage has already been done.” I sigh, sitting on the bed. I touch the scar with my fingers to make sure it’s still there, or to see if it disappeared during the night. Unfortunately, it’s the former.
“So?” Charlie presses me.
“Nothing, it was a nice night. And then it ended.”
It takes a few seconds for Charlene to answer.
“Wow, Ryan. You’re even worse first thing in the morning than you are during the day.”
“So, why did you call?”
I don’t want to be rude, but it usually takes me a good hour to get going. Also, all these questions stun me and make me think about Sean, which I don’t want to do. Not first thing in the morning. This isn’t good. I have to shake him off.