“You were asking if I was too busy for you to come in and talk,” I say before grabbing two juice boxes—all we currently have that’s not from the tap—and handing him one. “Right.” He shakes his head, embarrassment coloring his cheeks further. “And I invited myself in anyway. I can leave—” “Sit down, Matty,” I say softly, passing him with a squeeze on his arm before settling into one of the mismatched wooden chairs.
