Paxton was already at Kevin’s place when Kevin got back from the Morrison house.
He had a key. He’d stopped pretending he didn’t use it. When the door opened, Kevin found him on the couch with his elbows on his knees and a look that said he’d been waiting long enough to get past polite.
“You went over there,” Paxton said.
Kevin shut the door. “Alex texted me. He sounded wrong. I wasn’t going to stay home and guess.”
“You walked into Troy’s house and took inventory of whether Alex was still allowed to make decisions.”
“Yes.” Kevin dropped his keys on the table. “And I’d do it again. If that bothers you, say it plainly.”
Paxton stood. The apartment felt too small for the kind of honesty they were about to have. “It bothers me that every time Alex flinches, you look at me like I’m an ex
