“It’s complicated.” “No, it’s not,” Reese said. “Because that’s an option. You can list yourself as complicated with someone on Facebook, but this just says—as of fuckin’ yesterday—that you’re in a relationship with a Colt Carter.” I withheld my snickering, because I didn’t want the show to end. Hell, make me some popcorn, please! “An airman?” Greer looked a little grossed out. “Aim higher, Lucas. You can do so much better.”
