“I really wish I didn’t either. But let me break it down so we’re all on the same page. X calls you Omelet because he’s mentioned you a few times during our support group meetings. We told him not to use real names—” “And Omelet was way cuter than eggs,” X explained. “You know, because you threw them at me? It was either that or vibrator—” “X!” I snapped at him. His eyes went big. “See! That’s why I didn’t call you that. I knew you wouldn’t like it!” I stared at Grayson helplessly. “Please make it stop.” He sighed. “I would if I knew how.”
