This had become about him. He looked over at Jack, finished his tea, and poured himself some more. It would be better with whiskey or tequila or vodka or something in it. Or if it was just whiskey or tequila or something.

"Maybe," he said and shrugged. "I mean, there's just some shit that--it's not really dinner conversation, I guess? It's easier to bring up with someone you're not fucking? I dunno."