Jensen’s eyebrows jumped. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it definitely hadn’t been that. How many fucking conspiracies were there? “Holy shit, dude. Holy. Shit.” He shook his head and the corner of his mouth tugged with a smile. “I want to say I’m surprised you found your way into some serious shit, but, well, you’re you and only someone who can make that vein in Clay’s neck pop can find their way into serious shit like that.”

“I’m sorry, man. I’m sorry about, Buffy, and,” Jensen gestured at Shaun, “everything. Shit. Are you alright?”