Chapter 87
Jason had, of course, been better friends with Evan’s older brother. Charlie. Before that accident, and that grief, and that loss—
He’d dealt with that loss. Or he mostly had. In the present, he let himself feel it for a second, only for a second, and let it go.
He and Evan had not previously been the sort of friends who’d call and share floods of emotion. It’d been a clumsy phone call. But heartfelt. Evan had meant every fumbling word about caring if, y’know, Jason, or the guy Jason cared about, got hurt, and if there was anything they needed while Colby recovered, just let him know, right? Jason had said thank you, and had found himself kind of wobbly, in the neighborhood of tears, after getting off the phone.
He’d told them both when he and Colby had landed back in LA, after production had wrapped. And now tonight was happening. Drinks. Meeting up. Local brewery.