“Are things well with your roommate? Zeke?” he asks. “Things are well,” I confirm. Vas waits, and I sigh, looking around the parking lot in agitation. He’s a patient bastard, which means that if I don’t come out with it, he’ll only keep pestering me until I do. “If you must know, I’ve got a bit of a thing for him and I don’t know what to do about it.”
