And just like that, the other was fairly shut down in an attempt to deal with the information. Not that Lucas blamed Ashton -
he still hadn't figured it all out yet. Sighing, the man nodded, pushing out of the seat to stand and offer his hand in farewell. "Text or call whenever you need," he replied solemnly. "Anytime."
That was all he could do - all any of them could do, with how little they really knew. "I'll text the group and...I'll stay to get a late lunch." Lucas slid back into the booth, grabbing his phone again. "Take care of yourself, Ashton."
Daekie
Alrighty dighty we FIN. OH! btw, if you have AIM, shoot me a PM with it and I can add you to the Pack chat!