“I CAN HEAR THEM,” ALEX moans, pulling a pillow up over his ear with the phone held to it.
“Hear who?”
“Liam’s room is next to mine. Who do you think? Please talk to me to distract me.”
Paul chuckles. “Do you know when you get in yet?”
Alex loosens his grip on the pillow a little. “Working on it. We’ll wrap here Friday, and Margaret and Vanessa are trying to arrange some stuff for me in New York. So probably another week or so?”
“Define stuff.” Paul sounds more tense than he has all night.
“I’m gonna talk to some people about some movies,” Alex says enthusiastically. He doesn’t like New York much more than he likes D.C., but he does like the work.
“In New York?”
“In a lot of places. The whole world doesn’t shoot in our backyard, Paul.”
“I just... to what extent is this about us?”
