Ry held the note that Jocelin had left in his hands. Even after reading it seven times over, the contents hadn't changed.
"Bloody hell," was all he muttered, but it was without heat because Jocelin had, of course, included the one excuse that Ry was legitimately able to both understood and accept within his two line explanation.
He was torn between calling Chloe and leaving things be; torn between one very good friend and another.
( Another day begins, and now I'm thinking )
"Bloody hell," was all he muttered, but it was without heat because Jocelin had, of course, included the one excuse that Ry was legitimately able to both understood and accept within his two line explanation.
He was torn between calling Chloe and leaving things be; torn between one very good friend and another.
( Another day begins, and now I'm thinking )