“Why were you arguing in the first place?”
My nose wrinkles. “I told him something.”
“What?”
“That the Pies accepted me?—”
His eyes widen. “But I thought they refused your pledge!”
“No. I just didn’t want to be a part of that world. I still don’t.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Yeah. You’d have had to move out in September, and the only place I want you moving into is my bedroom. Permanently.”
Despite the situation, I grace him with a goofy grin. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. Will you?”
“Of course. I’m halfway moved in anyway,” I tease. Then, a thought crosses my mind. “Hailey and Pecan still on the outs?”
He hums. “Yeah, and he’s like a bear with a sore paw too.”
“He’s always been weird about her. I barely know her and that breaks his pattern. Usually, I get sick of his dipshit girlfriends. He’s hardly brought her around, and I think I can count on one hand how many times we’ve hung out.”
“Even before I saw him pining, I figured it was love.”
“Really?!”
“Oh, yeah.”
“He said something to you?”
“Kinda. He showed it, mostly.”
Pondering that, I muse, “I know money’s tight for her. She could move in with us, at a reduced?—”
“Ah, fuck, D. You’re not meddling, are you?”
I chuckle. “You watch me make magic happen.”
He groans.
Then, another thought comes to me.
Maybe it’s because of his offer or maybe that acetaminophen is making me delirious—not—but I tug on his fingers. “Zach?”
“What, baby?”
“We should post it.”
“Post what?”
I clear my throat. “You know. The reel. The one that started it all.”
“That’s for us.”
