“If you’re about to say you were staring at my dick, Stanton, I’m going to toss you out of this car.”
“Didn’t get the chance,” Reeve muses. “But I was trying.”
“You’re a freak.”
“I’m bi.”
“I’m not.”
“You sure?”
“Last time,” Levi warns. “Because as much as I’d love to kick your ass, I don’t want blood in my car.”
“Is this your love language?”
“No, fucking Bay is. Next?”
“You weren’t very nice in her bedroom earlier. Fucking Carina Black…damn.”
“That was years ago—what the fuck did I say about shutting up?”
“I don’t remember,” Reeve says easily. “So, what’s the deal? You hate that she wants Torin back?”
“No,” Levi replies. “I hate that she’d kill herself to get Torin back. She doesn’t know what it’d do to me if she does.”
“Why don’t you tell her that?”
“Why don’t you?—”
“Shut the hell up,” Reeve drones for him, sounding bored Levi won’t play with him. “I heard you two seconds ago.”
“Then do it.”
“You need to get better at communicating.”
“You need to get better with reading the room.”
“I like this,” Reeve says with a pep to his voice. “We’d get along well if you’d just let go.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“To what, exactly? You won’t shut me up with your dick, and obviously, you’re in denial about liking guys.”
“Geezus fucking Christ,” I hear Levi mutter under his breath, sounding at his wit’s end already. “I can’t win with you.”
“Just helpin’ you out, brother.”
“We’re not brothers. And for the love of God, shut the fuck up already. I liked you better when you were high.”
“I’m an asshole when I’m high.”
“You’re also non-communicative when you’re high. I like emo Reeve better.”
“Gave it up,” Reeve emits. “Had to. It’d be a never-ending chase of my brothers looking for me. Running away from problems is ideal but not a good use of my time.”
“And what, you’re all better now?”
“I never said that. I’d fucking shut up if you told me you’d take me to get some blow.”
