JACK
“It wasn’t that bad,” I say to Wade, although I’m not even convincing myself.
I turn back to look at him and see he’s doing that pinching the bridge of his nose thing with his fingers.
“I just… I don’t even know what to say to you right now.” A corner of his mouth quirks up, and I know he’s not as mad at me as he claims.
“It’s not my fault!” I tell him.
Wade throws his hands up exasperated. “Seriously?” His eyes are big, and I don’t like it.
“Geez, Wade, are you gonna be the overbearing Dad?” I joke. “I thought that was gonna be Adam, but you’re starting to border on deranged right now.” I back away from him, self-preservation kicking in.
We’re making our way through the hallway of 30 Rock, and everyone is running frantically from one Green Room to the next as different guests
