Flat battery - could Ryan afford not being contactable? If he was on leave perhaps. Was he?
Pushing away from the door, Jamie picked up one of the pill bottles and glanced at the label before he placed it on the night stand. Then another and another. There was a moment of hesitation when his hand hovered over the scattered pills, reluctant to touch them, but it got over it quickly and swept them up to drop them into the closest bottle.
"Your apartment contradicts you, I'm afraid. That 'okay', if it was directed at me, didn't sound very convincing; you're welcome and I'm not busy," he said, bending over to pick up one of the sheets that had slipped off the bed.
There was no point in folding the sheet since it had to be laundered. He did it anyway. Jamie left it on the edge of the bed and slipped his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from picking anything else up.
Oh, who was he kidding? Might as well tidy up some of the mess while he waited for Ryan to spill the beans.
The piles of clothes were merged into one big pile on the chair and only because there was no laundry basket in sight. The larger shards of glass could be picked up by hand, the smaller ones could wait.
"I don't mean to be a dick but I'm not going anywhere any time soon."