Ugh. What was he even doing, getting this prickly with a 14-year old? Of course they weren’t great planners. He didn’t need Mob beating himself up until the point he walked in tomorrow either. Reigen downed the rest of his tepid drink, blamed his burgeoning hangover, and picked up his phone again.

It’s fine. The work picks up in unpredictable ways when it gets warmer, that’s all. You’ve been pretty busy over here helping with the repairs so take a little time to decompress with your good pal. I’ll see you tomorrow.