He brushed a hand over his face. “Sorry, man, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”
“No worries, I had the radio on.”
“Car rides always make me sleepy,” Darrell admitted.
“I don’t mind driving. I often wished I’d been driving the night Alan died.” Travis sighed. “I don’t know that I would have done much better. We’d both been drinking. We were damn stupid.”
“People make mistakes.”
“Yeah, and that was a doozy.” He grimaced. “I never drive if I have even one drink now. Unless it’s been hours like today.”
“Are you hungry?” Darrell asked.
“Not terribly. Why don’t we order a pizza later or something?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” He pushed the button on his garage door opener as they approached it. One of the best parts of his condo is it had come with a two-car garage, so he always had a space for a guest to park. Not that he had that many guests, of course.