“Also if someone paid money for me they’d be deeply disappointed.”
I blink.
“Why?”
Archie shrugs casually.
“Because they’d think they bought a cute twunk but surprise —”
He spreads his hands.
“— mentally unstable bisexual gremlin.”
I laugh before I can stop myself.
Theron shakes his head.
“You’re insufferable.”
“And yet you love me already anyway,” Archie replies.
Theron points at him.
“Don’t push it.”
Archie studies him for a moment.
“You know,” he says thoughtfully, “you look like the kind of guy people would write the fanfics about.”
Theron groans.
“Oh my fucking god.”
“Seriously,” Archie continues.
“Hot ginger with tattoos and a traumatic backstory? Gosh, it sucks that it’s not twenty sixteen anymore, Tumblr would eat you alive.’
Theron rubs his face.
“I hate this conversation.”
Archie grins.
“What about you, Harley? Any fun facts before we inevitably get sold to some creepy billionaire?”
I hesitate.
“Not really.”
Archie waits.
I sigh.
“I studied languages and fashion design before my family cut me off.”
His eyebrow lift.
“Oh shit, not only cute and sexy, but also smart boy. If we weren’t trapped underground together, I’d ask you out.”
