Tristan swiveled around in his chair, drink in hand, and raised it. "Hell yes now that there's a bestie in my door... And mostly fully clothed. I ditched the jacket earlier." When he'd come in, that was. He gestured to his sofa where the jacket lay across the arm.
He'd moved the box off his desk and settled it on the floor beside him. "So I'm gonna call off the hounds..." He said as he thumbed through something on his phone. "And catch up with my bestie. What the fuck have you been doing?"