“Jennings might be here already, and you might need backup.” “He’s just another guy. Relax.” “Yeah, but he’s kind of an ass and you’re… you.” I stop walking in the middle of the hallway, turning to him slowly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhys tilts his head and gives me a small smile. “You’re a nice guy. The nice guy. I worry about you, Nick. You don’t know how to get angry.”
