“So, can I ask you something?” “Oh, shit.” Glancing at me with an odd expression, he sits up straighter, dropping his phone to his lap. “Is this like a bro-to-bro thing? Are you… Do you need advice?” I run my hand down my face. “Yeah, I need advice.” I then pin him with a stern stare, pointing my finger at his face. “But you dare tell a soul, and I will end you.” “You are coming to me for advice!” he yelps, practically jumping from the couch. “Oh my god, fuck. This never happens. Well, I’m your guy, the best man for the job.” He brushes his hair from his face and looks at me with a dopey grin.
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