Conley got that he’d pissed Brian off. He hadn’t intended to. He thought their playing with Sir Kenith might ease the tension between them. Tension he’d initiated to get Brian’s attention. It had worked, but not the way he’d hoped. “Because I was stupid.”
“Stupid,” the macaw said. “Con stupid.”
“Yeah, yeah, rub it in.”
“Rub.” Sir Kenith pushed his head against Conley’s hand.
“Later, bird. I have to see if I can fix things.” He set the macaw on a branch and made his escape before the bird could follow him.
It took him a few minutes to find out where Brian had gone. Then he saw him sitting on the patio. He was doing something, but from his viewpoint through the open patio doors Conley couldn’t tell what, so he moved closer. Apparently, Brian was so engrossed in it that he didn’t hear hi
