"Tell me why you're worried."
I glared and he wore a dumb look.
"What? I don't want you to land in the hospital from depression."
"Who told you I'm depressed?"
"Did I say that?"
"Jake, I don't have any time to waste with you. So hurry up and tell me why you're here."
"You haven't answered my question yet. What I came here for can wait."
"Jake!"
He chuckled.
"Well, it's about Desmond." He stated in a nonchalant manner and my frown deepened. I knew it, he was up to something. Something I presumed wasn't going to favor me.
"And what about him?" I asked.
"Do you know what he's been up to lately?" He asked with a stare that I couldn't waver my eyes from.
"With the look on your face I can say you have a rough idea." His cunning smile returned.
"Perhaps he's the one making you so worried. It's not everyday I get to see my old man like this."
"Don't make me lose my temper Jake."