“All right, I’m sick of this.” Flix straightened from the table and grabbed a puff pastry, shoving it into his mouth before he rolled his shoulders as if preparing for a fight. “Where are you going?” “I’m going to go teach Ives it’s rude to stare.” “Didn’t you tell me it was my fault?” Flix shook his head. “Nothing is ever your fault, Bergie. You should apologize to defuse the situation, not because you were wrong.”
Flix is the best, second only to how lovely his friendship with Berga is.
