Grrr, Tyler. I realize my groan was audible. Sloane’s eyes narrow, her smile fading slightly. “What’s that about? You having issues with Tyler?” I wave my hand dismissively, trying to backtrack. “No, no. It’s just . . . my head. The hangover, you know.”
Just talk about it like a fucking adult. 🤦🏻♀️I don’t understand why NTs are basically allergic to just being straight forward about something.
