They all knew Lydia wouldn’t be calling to congratulate him on what she considered a frivolous throwaway profession. The opposite of congratulations, in fact.
“Got it,” Jill said. “I’ll call her for you. What else?”
“That’s all I can think of.” Colby leaned a fraction more weight against Jason. “Thank you. We’ll stay in tonight, I suspect…I’m sorry, I know we had dinner plans…”
Jill waved a hand, batting this away. “We can always have dinner plans. Later. Want me to walk back with you, over to the hotel?”
Colby hesitated, then nodded. Jason could guess the reasons for both, and worried some more. Colby didn’t want Jill to have to duck out of the convention and anything she’d wanted to see; Colby wanted friends around him, right now. The latter was apparently winning.