Grabbing a T-shirt to throw on, I head out into the living room to find Graham, but it’s dark with no one in sight.
My phone sits on the charger in the kitchen. Walking over, I fire off a text.
Noah
Where are you?
Graham
At the store
Why?
Just woke up. Didn’t realize you left
And disrupt your pregame nap? I know better than that
A smile slidesacross my face at the words that pop up on my screen. It’s one of the many things that Graham and I have come to learn about each other over the last few months. Even through text, I can feel his playfulness. It’s something that’s been missing since that dickhead made those comments when we were in Boston last week.
I could see how much they affected him even when he tried to hide it. It’s something I’ve had years of practice to be able to brush off.
Noah
Maybe you can interrupt my post-game nap?
Graham
Is it a nap if you’re going to bed?
Hopefully going to bed with you…
Oh yeah?
Another text popsup on my phone, this one also making me smile because of who it’s from. But the name of the group has me snort laughing.
>
Nick
Think you guys can beat Detroit tonight?
Noah
Yes.
Who let Cash rename the chat?
Cash
It should have been renamed a long time ago
Troy
I said no
Cash
And I ignored you
