I stumble into the store with him wrapped around me. When he gets another hand in my pocket, I grab his arm and spin him until he’s trapped in a tight hug from behind. We look like a couple of drunks as he tries to waddle forward with me on his back, then breaks down into giggles. “I give up, you win. Get the fuck off me.” Pushing my luck, I squeeze him to my chest. “Say it again, louder.” “You win, you filthy turd.”
