Aaron had also come into the closet with a drink in hand. It looked like a bottle of beer, and at one point it had been, but now it was something he liked a little bit better--that really fancy brandy he'd had at Christmas dinner at his "grandparents" house. And by grandparents, he meant his mother's best friend's parents, but they were nice people, and he called them Gramps and Gran anyway. Always had. Plus, the old man had fabulous taste in liquor. And now so did Aaron.
He was sipping it slowly, because it wasn't the sort of thing you just chugged. "If it makes you feel better, I'll just leave after this. Wes wanted me to come, but I don't think he'll notice if I skip out early."