“Yes,” I say, searching his gaze. “Is there something else you want to tell me about that? Maybe something I don’t know?”
Kam looks at me for a long, long time. Too long of a moment passes and then he runs a hand down his face. “No,” he says finally. “I just wanted to talk. I just wanted to ask you about the cameras.”
It already seems like a year ago that he asked me about those cameras. That was his pretense for showing up. It barely lasted five minutes.
“You sure?” I question.
He hesitates for a beat. “Yeah. Will you give me a heads-up first next time you plan to change something major? Just so I know?”
Nodding, I tell him, “I can do that.”
“I think I shouldn’t have had that last drink,” he mutters while rubbing the back of his head.
“You want a ride back home?” I offer and he stares at me for a long moment once again.
Kam stands up from his seat at the table, answering “no” and tucks the empty bottle back into his jacket pocket. He glances toward the staircase. “I’m going to head out. Tell Ella I said hi.”