"Tell me about it," Emerson replied dryly, setting the book down after bookmarking his page. He wasn't quite keen on spilling his own side of things yet. Ambrose still seemed remarkably put together for someone who'd had their life go from good to shitty in the span of days. Although Emerson supposed he looked somewhat calm considering the state of his own affairs.
"But, yeah. Any time, man. What's happening now?" he asked, taking a drink from his own glass already as he swung his feet off of the desk and leaned forward. "I assume it's got something to do with Jackass the Impaler?"