This was worse than telling any client he didn’t think they had a case. This was worse than telling someone he thought they were going to lose, but he had to do it. Eron took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, can we sit down?” Garrett flicked his head toward a clean spot on the floor.
“Sure.” Eron sat down, legs spread eagle in front of him, hands resting on his crotch. “Can I start again?”
“Sure. How are you?”
“Not good.” That wasn’t the half of it.
“That makes two of us.” Garrett sat down beside Eron and reached for his hand. Eron didn’t pull away. As much as he had played this scene over in his head on the way over, Garrett touch calmed him.
“Gar, who am I kidding. I love you, man.”
“Eron, you canceled our plans and haven’t returned any of my calls. What the f**k?”
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