Brandon smiled when he saw who it was. “Hi, Tim,” he said. “I’m just getting ready to leave the office. You must be about to head out to get to the airport. Be sure to leave early. LAX will be a bitch.”
“Well, actually—”
His stomach plummeted along with his mood. “Don’t tell me.”
“Brandon, I’m sorry.”
“You aren’t coming.” He knew he wasn’t keeping the deep disappointment he felt out of his voice. He didn’t really care either.
“I want to.” Tim sighed. “We’ve just got all this discovery, and it’s really hitting us hard. I’ll never make the flight.”
He closed his eyes. “I’ll come there.”
“You-you will?”
Again.
“Yeah. I’ll see if I can get a flight. Might be late.”
“That would be great. I’ll pay for it.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“I know. It’s just, it’s my fault. I know I should be coming there.”