It took them a while to leave, but Adrian ran out of energy once his ex-family left and collapsed on the sofa. He wasn't delusional to think their meeting would have been any better, yet he didn't know confronting them would drain so much out of him.
"You really ripped into them, huh?" George said, joining him on the sofa. "But then again, I expected you to be angry after so long."
"Shut it, asshole," Adrian replied, before they both broke down laughing.
The girls were a bit taken aback by their reaction. They had never seen Adrian laugh like that, and George noticed their curious gaze.
"Allow me to introduce myself," George said, exaggerating his greeting by bowing to the ladies. The name's John Cen—I mean, George Jones, this idiot's childhood friend, probably his only one."
Adrian rolled his eyes as quick introductions were made. But he knew George wasn't lying. He was the only friend who saw him as something more than a bank.
