[Guess who walked in, saw Devin with the empty whiskey bottles and the yimo in his hand, and gently cut him off like a friendly bartender who's about to call their customer a cab.

X can predict exactly who got drunk texted too, because as much as Devin likes to pretend he can't feel anything, X knows. In deference to privacy, though, he doesn't read back up to see what was said -- just sends a message from Devin's yimo.]


USER ID: oldenglish (Parker, Devin)

X here. Whatever he said, I'm sure he doesn't mean it.

[Unless he does. But that's a whole other conversation.]

I'm taking care of him now, and I'll make sure he talks to you tomorrow.