“Oh—you son of a—are you kidding me?” In my confusion and panic, I shove him again. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Another shove. “How long, Mars?” He grunts, letting me push at him. He’s such a tree, he hardly even shifts his weight. “How fucking long—” “Caleb—stop—” He breaks his stoic silence at last, body checking me. I stumble back and he grabs me by the shoulders, turning me and forcing me up against the wall. “Enough.”
