“Maybe things should change around here. Don’t you get tired of fighting it all the time?” The words were slow and measured, Jared’s shoulders hunched over and tight.
Alarm bells went off in Peter’s head; this didn’t sound like the Jared he had known for twelve years. They’d bitched good-naturedly off and on whenever things got tight, joked about going on food stamps so the cats could eat, teased about getting a night shift up at Burger King. But this was different, he sensed Jared was feeling pretty serious.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Tell me what’s going on…”
“Nothing’s going on.” Jared gave Sultan a last tug on his ears and rose. “I’m just bitching, no, what would Katherine call it? Some touchy-feely term like “processing.” Yeah, that’s it. I’m just processing.”Jared jostled Peter’s shoulders and gave him a smile. They walked back to the office.