“George, I want you to know you don’t have to explain. Just because I got to see the entitled git you once were doesn’t mean you owe it to me to unpack the path you took to become not-that. I feel lucky no younger versions of me are tucked away. Erm, that I know of, yet.”

Not mincing words about how he feels about the viscount, is he?

“I wanted you to know he’s here, and I wanted to hear your voice. But I will never turn down your company, if you want to meet over a glass of something.”