Kay had gone overboard. He knew it the moment he collapsed onto Jacob's lap and stayed there despite how he loathed touching people aside from Lee.
Who could blame him?
Everything was falling to pieces.
The day started with a curse disguised as a blessing. Kay received a phone call from his father's lawyer right as he was about to head out to meet the others at the bar. If Kay had his way he would've been waiting for Lee, extra work be damned. But Xavier was insistent Kay leave without them.
"Sup," Kay answered his phone curtly, not even bothering to check the name. It hadn't been Lee's notification sound so it didn't matter.
"Kay," Anthony Barriston drawled, unamused.
"Oh," Kay pressed the phone between his shoulder and ear as he locked the front door, "Something happen with the case?"
"Unofficially, but yes," Anthony was always inscrutable. It could be the thirty plus years he had on Kay or the flat affect and low southern twang, Kay wasn't sure.
