With everything about the past few days being anything but normal, I was trying to make sense of it all. Which led me back to the one thing that still felt sort of familiar. Hey. Hey. Uh, sorry for the drop-in. I just have a quick question. Okay. Am I a bad friend? I don’t know. I’m not on Facebook. Dude, come on. I need someone who really knows me to answer honestly. Like, am I a bad friend? Where’s all this coming from? From Nomi telling you she was pregnant and not me. Something’s obviously wrong, right? I mean, to be honest with you, she told me ’cause she knew I’d just listen and not be all in her shit. And I would? You wouldn’t not. What if that’s what she needs? It doesn’t matter what you think Nomi needs if that’s not what she’s telling you she wants. You might be right. Well, thank you for your honesty. And I should be going now. Cool place, by the way. Hey. You good? I’m great.