Jesus, did he have a lot of coffee before he came in? He’s extra fucking annoying. “What the hell did you do?” Huxley asks, looking annoyed. Why is he annoyed? This is my life, not his. I pull my hand through my hair, and JP quickly points at me. “See, anguish. He’s tousling his hair with anguish. We were right all along. Huzzah!” “Don’t fucking say huzzah. It’s bad enough when Breaker does it,” Huxley says.
