WKM but Jameson???

Prologue

'Who's it from?' Jameson tapped out.

"It's from Mark," William answered, staring at the envelope.

'Wait, Mark the cousin who hates you?'

"Yes." William carefully open the envelope and pulled an invitation out.

'What's it say?'

William stared at it before saying, "It's an invitation for a poker night."

One of Jameson's eyebrows raised. 'Are you sure this is the same Mark and not some other Mark?'

William handed the invitation to Jameson, who immediately began reading the paper.

Jameson fingers began absentmindedly tapping William's arm as he read. His hand stilled as he looked up to the older man. 'I wouldn't go,' he tapped out, 'seems a little too suspicious.'

William hummed. "I know, but," he paused, "it could be my chance to apologize to him."

Jameson huffed. 'P.  L. E. A. S. E. That man would rather die than admit there's anything  wrong with him. What makes you think that he'd just let you waltz in for poker and then leave like everything's fine and dandy?'

William hummed in agreement while settling his head on Jameson's shoulder. "You at least  have to let me try. It's one night and I'll be back before you know it."

Jameson sighed before tapping out, 'fine.' He leaned into William. 'Just be careful.'

"When have I not been?"

'Do you really want me to list them all?'

"Okay, okay, you win. Still, I'll be fine. We can go to that restaurant you like afterwards."

'First of all, it's a cafe.'

"Oh, you know what I mean." William grabbed the invitation and tossed it onto the coffee  table. "Never mind that now, we've got better things to worry about."

Jameson snorted. 'What, to laze about and listen to the rain?'

William smiled. "You know me too well."