But the frown was slowly melting, turning into a smile, with each button giving in. When Aron slowly pushed the shirt down his shoulders, Carter knew ...e needed to do something, to stop or hurry this torturous pace at which things were happening.“Aron,” he called, and his voice was broken, strange, even to his own ears.But his best friend since forever didn’t seem in the mood for conversation. If anything, he seemed in the mood for something else. And that something else included making Carter. “Very.”“Good. Now, listen carefully you stupid son of a bitch...”“I’ll have the Division Gamay Noir.”“Of course, and thank you. Because I just won.”“Huh?”“I bet Greg you’d order that.”“I guess I’m predictable. Is he here?”“He might be there, actually. Division, I mean. He’s on a research trip to Oregon.”“A wine-soaked junket, you mean? Drooling over Kate?”“Isn’t that what I said? You know as well as I do how drool-worthy she is.” Terrence, the only bartender at Caveau that he knew by name,. "So... is that it?" Yes, I suppose it will have to be," Henry said neutrally. He turned towards the door."Dad, wait!"Henry stopped and turned, silently regarding his son."I need to ask you something." Jason paused. When his father did not object, he continued. "What exactly do you do over at the hospital? Does Haven really have that many neurological patients?"Henry paused a long moment. "Research, Jason," he said in a low voice."Research? On what?" How certain brain disorders and procedures. “No, not really. Veronica and I dated for a bit, but it didn’t work out. She needed and deserved someone better than me, someone more stable. And then after that, just the occasional fuck buddy or two. Nothing heavy, just good wholesome sex between consenting adults when we need to get our rocks off.”Even after all she’d been through and seen in our new life, there was enough of the conservative Jill left that Malcolm’s crude honesty made her blush and chuckle.“Fuck buddies? Is that what this.