It all went just perfectly, and Walker could even feel himself relaxing a bit during their morning coffee as he stood leaning against the staircase, talking to Brendan about some new deal. Joel stood there too, silently looking at his feet. The thought of Joel's hurting ass made Walker internally grin. He kinda liked the kid after last night. That kid definitely had potential. He had found himself in a courteous mood – again – making sure he, Brendan and Joel wouldn't be sitting down as they discussed the deal.
He had everything covered, or so he thought. The one thing he hadn't anticipated upon was Cheryl forgetting something, and the sudden unlocking sound of the door made Walker swallow hard. As the three men stood there watching Cheryl enter, exclaiming she'd forgotten her other bag while she rushed passed them, Walker started internally praying that she'd just leave as fast as she had came rushing in. A little sigh of relief escaped Walker's throat as she did indeed walk back to the door in a hurry. But before she walked out, she suddenly stopped to turn around. "Did you boys have a nice little talk last night?" she asked in her Cheryl-like way, almost motherly naive. Walker and Joel just gave each other a quick glance before Joel looked back down his mug again and Walker turned to Cheryl. "Okay" was all the vocal sound Walker could manage to produce in response. Walker could feel Brendan's confused and questioning gaze looking at him, but he thought it wise not to turn around, so he just looked back at his own two hands cupping his coffee-mug and took a careful sip. As Brendan started walking towards the door, he suddenly stopped. Both Walker and Joel watched him carefully as they saw him tilt his head slightly towards the side as if noticing something 'off'. "'Talk' huh..?" Brendan suddenly said in his usual dry and rhetorical way, followed by a short breath-like "hm" as he turned his head back facing the door again, regained his exit. He stopped again standing in the open doorway and without turning around the sound of his voice made Walker and Joel almost drop their mugs. "Joel. We should have a talk too. Soon." And just like that he left, closing the door behind him with a small bang. Walker finally felt like he could calmly breathe again, when he suddenly heard a little gasp coming from the boy. Looking at Joel, who was definitely staring with shocked eyes to the exact same spot they had both just seen Brendan tilt his head, Walker followed the kid's gaze right to the coffee-table. His eyes widened too as he realized what it was that he was looking at. Right there on top of the table he could see the outline of two dried up stains of spit and liquor, and right next to that the distinct and clearly definable puddle of Walker's still slightly glistering come. He looked at Joel, who swallowed audibly, Brendan's last words still silently lingering in the air.
We should have a talk too. Soon.