Disappointed?

Carson doesn’t understand his own inner turmoil as Nate walks away. Had he really wanted a fight? Did he have so much pent up energy that it had been his only goal, and was now disappointed? Why did he fell almost neglected? Nate didn’t even want to stay and explain? Carson still wasn’t sure what had happened.

His fist comes down hard on the counter top before he spins around and heads back into the kitchen. His head hurt, his face hurt, his hand hurt, his back hurt. He was feeling last night’s accident and all he wanted to do was go somewhere for a stiff drink then sleep off the soreness. All he wanted was to get out of here.

Carson tries to concentrate on his tasks around the kitchen again, but just ends up making mistakes and having to clean up his own messes. And just when he thought a day couldn’t get worse…


Jason gets into Nate’s car without a word. Nothing is spoken until about halfway back to TJY. “So…you picked him up from Vegas, huh? What was he doing there, and why did he need you? And when were you going to tell me this?”