Aiden hadn’t been as…bouncy lately. He seldom laughed like he used to, and their sex life was, not dead entirely, but Aiden was always tired, and on those few occasions they made love, it was a subdued affair. Tristan rubbed his forehead. He almost didn’t want to go home.
“Spit it out.”
Tristan started at Tom’s gruff voice. “What?”
“You’re spacing out. I can’t have you sawing off a leg or an arm simply because something is bothering you, so spit it out. What’s going on?”
“Nah, it’s nothing…” He started walking towards his car. “Jason hasn’t said anything about Aiden, has he?”
Tom pursed his lips. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Like he wants to go back to the city or something?”
“Does he?” Tom’s concerned look made the knot in Tristan’s stomach tighten.
“Nah, it was just a thought.”