It was pretty late now. Even if there were guests at home, he didn't have to rush back.
And Jones had always lived on his own, he only went home on weekends.
I knew that something must've happened. He didn't tell me, but I could tell.
"Alright. It's pouring outside, so be careful driving." I glanced at the half-made bed, answering casually, "Well, saves me the trouble of making the bed." Jones's eyes were full of remorse and sadness. He came over and hugged me, "I'm sorry, I've been so busy lately. I'll spend more time with you, I promise."
I didn't say anything and just nodded in his arms.
Jones left, driving off into the heavy rain. I didn't see him off, instead, I was folding up the blanket and sheets in the guest room to keep the dust off.
I had a hunch as to why Jones left. His parents probably found out that he was here tonight and forced him to come home. As for who told his parents, I could guess. It was definitely Damon.
