Paul’s rapid return must have surprised her, as she very nearly sent the glass of water flying from his hand.  Something seemed to be troubling her, as evidenced by the manner in which she tossed the phone onto the bed.  He was never one to pry into other people’s private affairs, though he did have a sneaking suspicion that this current situation somehow involved Dave.  If she cared to talk about it, then he’d be there for her to offer any advice, or perhaps just listening was required.<br/><br/>Since he was still in a tank top and boxer briefs, Paul moved toward a chair in the corner where a pair of sweats was waiting for him.  Prior to leaving his bedroom, he glanced toward Charlette and announced, “Well, guess I’d best get that shave started.  Let me know if you need to use the bathroom, and I’ll gladly step out for you.”  He knew his shaving cream and razor were already behind the mirror, though first, he would need to trim the growth a little with his electric clippers.