"You're doing it again."I looked up from my plate. Kyle was watching me over the top of his burger, looking amused, like I was some kind of novelty he'd just caught performing a trick."Doing what?""That thing where you disappear into your own head." He gestured vaguely toward my face with a fry. "Zoning out. You've been doing it for days now.""Sorry." I forced out a small, easy laugh, the kind that sounds apologetic but doesn't mean a thing. "It's just been a long week.""Every week is a long week for you," he said. He wasn't being mean, exactly, but he wasn't being kind either. It was more like he was noting a defect in a piece of property he owned. "You need a hobby, man. Something that isn't just work and constantly worrying about the rest of us." The rest of us. As if I were part of his staff. As if my entire role in his life had been whittled down to a chore he checked on occasionally, like making sure a smoke detector still had fresh batteries."Maybe," I said.He grinned, l