“What?” Gibsie frowned. “That was your mam?” “Yes, asshole!” “Ah, lad, I’m so fucking sorry,” Gibsie choked out, slapping a hand across his mouth. “I thought she was a dog.” “Not making it any better, Gibs,” Johnny mused, lips twitching. “I didn’t mean that she looks like a dog,” Gibsie quickly corrected. “But she was so soft and furry—” “Repress it,” Johnny ordered. Gibsie frowned. “Hey, is that why your parents won’t—” “Won’t let you step foot inside the house anymore?” Feely filled in, giving him a dirty look. “Yes, Gibs. That’s exactly why.”
