“Am I an asshole?” Logan asked into the phone.
“Yes,” Dylan replied at once. “Next question.”
“Dylan. I’m serious.”
“So am I.” Dylan scoffed. “Do you know who you called? Did you expect a different answer?”
After everything, Logan didn’t really have it in him to argue, even with Dylan’s baiting tone. Dylan was itching for a fight, it seemed. Logan, honestly, was just exhausted.
So, rather than reply, Logan sighed low and deep.
Dylan and Logan had been friends of a very long time, long enough for Dylan to pick up on the non-verbal cues as to Logan’s mental state.
“You are an asshole,” Dylan said. “But is there some specific reason for the question today? Something tells me you intend for me to interpret generally.”
Happy for the opening, Logan delved into the story, explaining that
