ASHER
"Asher." Julian's voice was quiet but it snapped me out of thoughts.
"Come on, Scott," Julian said, signalling for Scott to come closer.
A pause, footsteps drawing closer and I kept my eyes on the floor.
"I'm sorry," Scott and I said at the exact same moment. I looked up and he looked at me. A beat of pure silence.
"You go first," I said.
"No, you—"
"Scott." Julian's voice carried the particular exhausted patience of someone who had been managing both of us for longer than today.
Scott exhaled and he uncrossed his arms and dropped them to his sides and looked at me with the expression of someone who had been rehearsing something and was now discovering that rehearsed things never come out the way you planned them.
"I'm an idiot," he said.
I waited.
