I nod to it with my chin. “What’s wrong with it?”
He shakes his head, leaning over the exposed mess of wires, bolts, and scary-looking parts. “Nothing,” he says, his voice slightly muffled as he dips his head down and starts turning something with his wrench.
Some things really never change.
“So… you’re just fucking around with it for fun then?” I ask.
He rolls his eyes at me over his shoulder, and I smile widely.
“Just resetting the singulators, purging the vacuum lines, and backing off the drive sprocket before I grease the row units.”
I nod as all those words go right over my head. “Sounds simple enough.”
“Silas, when you’re done with this, I need you to?—”
Scott comes to an abrupt stop as he rounds the planter, and his eyes quickly dart between me and Silas.
“Hey,” I say with a smile, and Winston bounds over to him, licking his hand and leaning his entire body weight against his leg, staring up at him with excited pants.
“Hey,” Scott says, leaning down to pat Winston as his gaze shifts between me and Silas again.
“Do what?” Silas asks.
“Everything good?” Scott asks slowly as he straightens, his hand lingering on Winston’s head.
I let out a soft chuckle, aware of how this probably looks to him. He knew we were working together on the hollow heart field since we let him know of our plan. But I guess he isn’t aware that we’re friends again.
Or, well… more than friends.
Shit, what even are we?
“Yeah, why?” Silas asks with a furrowed brow.
My god.
Rob lets out a laugh from the bay next to us, where he’s half inside a piece of equipment. “Didn’t notice the boys figured their shit out?”
Scott’s brows lift as his eyes dart to Silas, then to me, then back to Silas. Then a wide smile spreads over his face. “Happy to hear it.”
Silas just glances at his dad before dropping the wrench onto the workbench. “What did you want me to do?”
“Oh,” Scott waves a hand, “nothing. It’s the end of the day, you’re done.”
I smile as Silas gives him a confused look.
“Well, that’s good,” I say, pushing off the bench. “Because Winston wants to go to the beach.”
Winston immediately perks up at the sound of that, practically prancing on the spot as he whines and stares at Silas and me, like we’re taking too long.
Silas looks down at him. “Ok… well, when I finish this?—”
“It’ll be here in the morning,” Scott says, then tilts his head to catch Silas’s gaze. “Go.”
Silas hesitates, but I step forward and push his shoulder, urging him to walk towards the door. “Come on.”
Winston bolts out of the garage, twisting himself in circles in the lot, he’s so excited. I didn’t even know he knew the word beach. Or maybe he doesn’t, and he doesn’t actually know where we’re going. He’s just excited any time anyone does… anything.
“Have fun,” Scott says as we pass him, the look on his face one of pure joy.
