It wasn’t until early evening the next day that Cam finally returned to the apartment to find Nolan on the couch balancing a huge half-eaten bowl of cereal in his lap and watching old episodes of Tom and Jerry on Netflix. The passing of time had done a thorough job of draining the fight out of both men and an exhausted Cam sat beside Nolan on the couch.
“Tom and Jerry, huh?” Cam asked.
Nolan shrugged. “It was the only thing I could watch that didn’t remind me of what’s going on right now.”
Cam nodded. “I get that. I’m sorry about how things went down.”
Nolan closed his eyes and leaned his head back onto the cushion behind him. “Cam, what the f**k, man? Like, what the actual f**k is going on?”
Cam reached over and took the remote into his hand, turning off the TV. “I’m sorry, man. I’m
