“Hello?” Foxe stands up, waving a hand in front of my face. “Can you focus on me for five seconds?” “You asked a fucking question.” “And then you immediately floated off on some Lulu-induced cloud, I’m sure.” He huffs, perching on the edge of the table. “You’re being extra needy today.” “I’m but a simple goldfish,” he croons, flipping his hair out of his face. “If you don’t pay enough attention to me, I’ll die.”
