“I’ve seen better.”
Jayden turned onto his bed to stare at the ceiling. “Darren, now is one of those times you’re meant to be all supportive and excited for me.”
“Yeah, but it’s Paris.”
“So? I’ve never been!”
“And when you go, you’ll know what I mean.”
“You’re an arse. Look, it was lovely of Jonathon to ask me to go.”
“Mm.”
Jayden rolled his eyes. “Mm?”
It was half past ten. He’d had more than a couple of glasses of wine, but he’d begged off early from the drinking session by pleading he had a class tomorrow. Which he did, but he was also bubbling over still with the excitement of getting to go to Paris, and just needed to tell someone. Unfortunately, ‘someone’ had been watching a film, and had travelled more extensively by the time he was three and a half than Jayden had in a life
