They had talked for what felt like hours, the easy rhythm of catching up tinged with heavier undertones as Joey began to open up more.
Damon listened closely, his expression shifting between concern and quiet understanding.
As Joey stopped talking, Damon sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Man, I didn't know it was like that. What about your brother? You've talked to him about any of this?"
Joey leaned back in his seat, his posture deflated. "I don't know."
Damon frowned and furrowed his brow. "What do you mean, you don't know?"
Joey exhaled sharply, frustration creeping into his voice. "What I mean is, I've called. He hasn't answered. Not once. We were supposed to meet a while back, but it's like he just... disappeared. I don't know, man. I don't know what's going on with him."
Damon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "You're saying you've got no clue where he is?"