“Who’s February?” “That’s me!” Hayes says, setting his plate of snacks down and moseying toward the set. “Give me five minutes, then I’ll be ready,” Ryan tells him. “And don’t forget your heart-shaped glasses.” He winces, but it only lasts a moment because Rhodes is giving him a death glare that says, Listen to my wife or I’ll make you listen. “Uh, yes, ma’am.” Hayes tucks his chin to his chest, then shuffles over to wardrobe to retrieve his accessories.
