“I see it, Wyatt,” Davis says. “You’re angry like I was when Koty left.” Rubbing his stubbled jaw, he shifts uncomfortably. “Have you and Fallon—” “Yeah,” I say, getting ahead of it before he can ask. “We did.” “Fuck.” Davis looks worried. I rub my eyes. “Don’t say it, I already know.”
lol pot calling the kettle black there Davis
