The apartment door clicked shut behind them.
Ryan didn’t speak. He moved like gravity was pulling harder on him than everyone else, jaw locked, steps stiff. Evan followed a few paces behind, hands in his jacket pockets, eyes scanning every emotion Ryan wasn’t saying.
“You want to talk about it now?” Evan asked quietly, gently.
Ryan threw his keys on the counter and didn’t answer.
“I mean, you’ve clearly got a lot on your chest. Or maybe just buried in your spleen, based on how you’ve been lashing out like a spoiled—”
“Jesus, Evan, shut the f**k up.”
The words slapped. Evan blinked but didn’t back down.
Ryan spun around. “You think this is you being helpful? You think just standing there and making dumb comments while I’m trying not to lose my goddamn mind is support?”
“I’m trying,
