He pushes against my chest playfully. “Next time, warn a guy so he can leave. That shit was loud.” What was loud? I’m confused. Very dramatically, he signs, Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Logan! Logan! Logan! He punches me again. This time it hurts. I rub at the spot. That shit would have been hot if it hadn’t been my brother on the other side of the door. As it was, it was just awkward. I couldn’t hear her. Sorry. I am. Well, sort of.
