“And … he thinks watching boring hockey is the way to be cheered up? There’s something wrong with that man. You should stop fawning all over him.” My eyes widen, and I wince as I glance at Remy, but Remy laughs. “Hi, Gabe.” “Oh, fuck. Umm, fawning as in, you know, being friends with you and making sure you’re okay. Not sleeping with you. Which he isn’t. That I know of. He didn’t tell me anything.” “I want a work divorce.” “Okay, moving on. Why would you want to come watch hockey, Remy? I have to be there. You don’t. Run now while you’ve still got the chance!”
