Axel: Because you love us. *Heart hands emoji*
Ryker: Axel. I’m coming over. Right now. You and I are going to have a fucking talk about this.
Axel: Can’t. I’m not home.
Ryker: I can see your location. You’re literally in your living room.
Axel: That’s … a glitch.
Ryker: You posted an Instagram story FOUR MINUTES AGO of you eating on your couch.
Axel: Deepfake.
Jace: Axel, just take the loss.
Axel: [Removed Ryker from the chat.]
Blake: Axel, that’s only going to make him more pissed.
Jace: He’s definitely driving over there now. *Laughing out loud emoji*
Axel: Worth it.
Blake: [Added Ryker to the chat.]
Ryker: I’m in my car.
Axel: Drive safe! Wear your seat belt! Love you, Dad!
Ryker: I’m going to kill you with my bare hands.
Axel: Kinky. *Smirking emoji*
Blake: Please stop saying that.
Axel: BLAKE. Why would you add him back?! I was having a MOMENT.
Jace: Ryker’s not wrong though. Knox, maybe you should hand over the phone.
Blake: Agreed. The risk outweighs the reward here.
Axel: Fuck that. He didn’t make parole the last two years. He gets rid of the phone and then what? Stares at a wall for the rest of his sentence? Reads the same four library books? Counts ceiling tiles?
Me: I’m keeping the phone.
Ryker: Knox, next time I see you, we’re having a fucking chat about this.
Me: Can’t wait.
Ryker: Don’t get cute with me.
Me: Wouldn’t dream of it.
Axel: Also, can we talk about how Knox showed up to visitation, looking like he lost a fight with a brick wall? *Fist emoji*
Blake: Wait, what?
Axel: Busted knuckles. Fat lip.
