"So intervention is a bad idea," Brinley said, "But that's a good idea. Make the food available to him. Maybe invite him over to our places and keep him late. Offer him the couch or something. That's too obvious? That might be too obvious." And she was right. Jackson was the sort of person to let his pride drag him into the ground. If they were going to have to resort to sneak feeding him like this.
Shit.
"So we play this right and keep it small. Too many people know or even suspect and he's gonna shut down," Brinley took her hand back and then rubbed her temples briefly. Male pride was such a bitch and if too many people knew, it would get to Jackson eventually and that would just be a disaster.
"Have you ever gotten him to like, you know, talk to you about stuff?" she asked.