I raised my eyebrows and looked up at Jared. “That wasn’t the response I was expecting.”

He sighed and straightened up a little. “I tried to talk to him,” he said. “But…”

“But?” I pressed.

“I think he was just looking for a fight.”

“He does that with me, too,” I admitted. “So, did you give him the fight he was looking for?”

He bit his lip.

“Oh, Jared!” I said.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” I sighed. “It’s Brent… Something’s been going on with him lately. And, I don’t think it’s good.”

“I’ve noticed that, too,” Jared nodded. “Do you think…”

“What?” I asked.

“Do you think he’s in some sort of trouble?” he asked. “Serious trouble?”

“And, it’s so bad that he’s lashing out at his sister and his friend?” I asked. “I don’t think so. Brent is an idiot, but he’s harmless. He’s just in one of his moods.”

“It’s a mood that’s lasted a very long time,” Jared said.

“He’s probably short on pot.” I shrugged.

“I’ve been thinking about that, too.” Jared nodded. “And I know he’s still in touch with Harvey.”

“Harvey?” I asked curiously.

“He’s a pot dealer I used to know back in the day,” Jared admitted. “I actually met Brent through him.”

“I thought you said you never really did drugs.”

“Does pot count as drugs?” he asked, with a laugh.

I frowned. “Yes.”

“I may have smoked a little pot when I was younger,” Jared admitted. “But I never did anything harder. And I stopped smoking up years ago. But I stayed in touch with Harvey because he was a decent guy and we got along.”

“So you think… What exactly?” I asked.

“Brent hasn’t got his weekly fix, and he’s moody because of it,” Jared said. “I flushed his pot down the toilet around the time you first moved in with him actually. Maybe that’s why he’s been sort of resentful with me. He ran out.”

I frowned. “Something’s not right.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Jared said, sidling up to me and kissing my neck. “Brent’s a big boy. He can fend for himself.”

I smiled and turned into Jared’s body. “I couldn’t agree more.”