Dan sat down next to PJ and fought tears.
"What am I going to do?" Dan's voice cracked.
"Is he okay? Will he be okay..?"
Peej put a hand on Dan's shoulder. "Honestly.. I don't know man. He looked.. Demented."
PJ cringed as he said the word. And he started kicking himself when he saw the look on Dan's face.
"No, OK, look," PJ said quickly. "It could be something else entirely. But is he like that all the time?"
Dan slowly shook his head.
"Well, then next time Phil is... Phil again, sit him down and pry it out of him."
Dan nodded and rubbed his hands over his face. "Yeah, I'll do that.. I'll do that."
PJ gave Dan a pat on the back. "And don't hesitate to call me or Chris if something comes up. It doesn't matter what time." He gave Dan a reassuring smile.
"Thanks, Peej."