Kent sighed. “You mean lepers, Jess.”
“Whatever.” Jesse went back to petting Henrietta.
Kent went on, “So, aren’t you going to be a good host and offer some refreshment while you fill us in?”
“You weren’t invited, so, no! You can leave—now!”
Kent got up, walked over to Jordan and put a hand on each of his shoulders. When he spoke, it was in a softer, more consoling tone. “Look, we’re your friends. We know you’re hurting. We just came over to make sure you’re all right and to help if we could. We’ll go if you want.”
Jordan sighed and allowed himself to be hugged. “I’m sorry. It’s been really rough. I never thought I could hurt like this.” He stepped back from Kent’s embrace. “No, stay. I’ll get us a couple of beers.”
Jordan went to the kitchen and came back with the drinks. He handed one to each of the men. Kent had reseated himself on the couch, Jesse was still sitting cross-legged on the floor with Henrietta curled up in his lap. Jordan sat down next to Kent.