"At least there is that," he said, taking a deep breath. "I didn't want you to notice, and not because I want to keep secrets... fuck, of course I want to. I don't want you to worry about me. That's my job."
Callum snorted. "On occasion, I can put together more than two words together. It doesn't happen often, I know." He nodded. "In part, but the club was more like the effect than the cause. I used to do a lot of partying," he said, grinning. "They kept the players happy. Booze, drugs, girls, boys, all in large quantities and possibly all at the same time. I was stupid and I thought that if I went back to that, things would feel right again. It ended up causing more problems."
He raised his eyes to meet Baron's. "I didn't want you to deal with me in that state, or your uncle Al for that matter, although he's more likely to punch me than you are, and that's a whole different story, so I was thinking about going to another reserve."