“Yeah. He wants you to go karaoke with him.”
Matty made a quiet meeping sound. “To sing? In public?”
“I’m sure everyone else will sing too,” I said, waving my hand dismissively.
Matty let out a breath. “Oh. Right. Yeah. I—that could be fun?”
“You won’t catch me on the mic, but I’d hang out if you wanted to.”
Matty cleared his throat, and when he spoke, it sounded like he was smiling. “Cool. Um…when?”
“I don’t know. That dude is pure chaos. My guess is he’s going to show up at your door one night with a bottle of Beluga Noble and talk you into doing something you’ll regret.”
Matty snorted softly. “There’s not a lot I regret these days. Well…nothing I can change, anyway.”
That was a hard relate, but I had no idea what to say to that, so I reached across the aisle and gave him a pat. “Get some rest, rook. We’ll be in Salem soon.”
He squeezed my hand back, his silent gesture letting me know it was okay to shut down, and I was grateful for it because holy fuck, I needed it.
