Honey didn't think Xander should call. She was absolutely making the point he should not. Thus, why she had told her husband to wait until tomorrow. She was tempted to smash his I-Phone against the wall just to stop him from doing something stupid- him being either Paul or Xander. Then his mother did something stupid too. She decided to impatiently text him about his father's murder. What was the world coming too? First that horrible I-Phone commercial when the wife calls and video conferences in about her pregnancy and now this, a text about a murder. She was close enough to see it.
No one had a chance to take a breath about anything anymore. Now! NOW! NOW!
It was practical thinking despite how callous it seemed because there wasn't a hell of a lot that could be done at this very moment, tonight about his father's murder. She supposed there would be grand speeches about revenge coming in the morning or actually maybe in the next few minutes but at this moment, when Xander was drunk and therefore incredibly volatile, she was sort of afraid of what sort of weather was headed their way. This was precisely why she was a good friend. Emotional landslide her ass. If anyone in this room could keep it together it was not the two of them.
The thunder startled her some. It wasn't supposed to rain today...
"Paul..." Honey put a hand on his arm when he reached for the phone but dialing was as simple as pressing one button and before she could say don't, the phone was already ringing. Releasing Paul's arm after the deed was done she took the few steps over to Xander, grabbed the wine as she went and started to top off his glass.