"No blame, Will," he said, quietly. "Icahn see why you'd want to avoid me. And..." he followed the line of Laurence's eye down to the bag on the floor. "A few things, only. I didn't want to leave clutter in Julie's corners."

He perches against the edge of the table and studied The palm of his hand for a long moment. "I know what we said, Laurence, but...we really need to tak about it, don't we. If it's not to fester, I mean."