Judging from the way Garrett's voice sounded, he was not having a good day. "How are you?" she asked, carefully.
He cleared his throat twice and then cursed. "f**k this, answer my FaceTime, I need to see you."
The call disengaged, and then she got his FaceTime request. Accepting it, she was surprised at the way he looked. Her mouth hung open and she whistled.
"I know, I look like hell."
"Garrett, babe, what did you do to yourself last night?" she questioned, her eyes taking in his appearance. He looked awful.
"Something very stupid if the tabloids are to be believed."
Hannah could see the guilt on his face, could almost physically feel it through the phone. "Did you wake up by yourself this morning?" she whispered.
"f**k, Han, I was drunk, but I wasn't that drunk."
"Are you sure? B
