Eric took a sip of his JD. “I suppose he is.”
After the second whiskey I remembered that I had to navigate myself home via the ZRT. “Well, this has been nice. It’s good to unwind a little after a tough day at work.”
He grinned. “You have tough days at the office?”
“Of course, doesn’t everybody?”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about quotas and s**t like that. I thought your job would be very pleasant.”
“Some days it is.”
As we went onto the sidewalk from Bergeron’s, Eric put a hand on my arm. “How are you doing? I mean, really? This must be tough on you.”
I was surprised by the question, especially since it was coming from a straight guy. He was, after all, Russ’s former colleague. He and I had only just begun to get acquainted.
“I miss him. That may be hard for you to understand, I
