DJ's POV
“I-I sorry!” I blurted, cursing myself for my own stupidity. “Things must be really tough for you right now, with Kay and---!”
But he held up a hand, silencing me, and shook his head.
“It’s quite alright,” he replied, but the humor in his voice was gone. I wanted to talk again – fleeing from this subject – but surprising me, he continued in a soft tone that sounded almost nostalgic: “I’ve always had a good relationship with my parents and despite Kay being their son, they weren’t blinded to the sort of person he grew into. They know I did what I had to do and that I took no pleasure in doing so.”
“I’m glad,” I sighed in relief, unable to help myself. “He really sounded like an asshole!”
“At least we agree on that,” he grinned and winked. “And you’ll meet my parents soon enoug
