Armaan decided that was a yes, and he threw a few frozen hashbrowns into the oven to cook.
When he was finished, he carried it all over to Avery, along with a tall glass of water. "Here. Eat and drink," he said, handing it over. Then he sat near his friend, stretching out his legs and groaning. God he was exhausted. "Do you want to talk about it? What you're processing, I mean."