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It was too bad Noel seemed so set against me, because he’d really grown into his too-large ears. He was still fun-sized, topping out around five six,
I hadn’t come here to get all sappy about the farm boy next door, though. I needed to remember that regardless of Hopper’s relationship with his dad—or his compliments to the chef—that he was still the guy who’d moved in and taken my place while I was gone.
This business of Noel being a little too much of a pissy bitch about mine, mine, mine needs to be over already. Regardless of high school BS, his overriding attitude at this point should be pure gratitude that his parents have Hopper to help them, with a larger helping of shame for being gone for four entire years. He's being too much of a twat.
Gray’s eyebrows shot up. “No kidding? Well, sometimes we need to find ourselves before we can come home.” “Okay, wise one,” one of the guys with him said, tone dripping with sarcasm. He wore ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and a beanie over long blond hair that trailed over his shoulders. Gray half shifted to gesture toward the group. “The sarcastic asshole is my brother Axel.” I recognized him from the photo Kevin had shown us at the pub a few weeks ago. Gray continued. “The man beside him is his boyfriend, Sheriff Harvey. The man is a saint to put up with my brother, just saying.” “Hey,”
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There is no mention of Noel actually being part of this group, so what's with the introductions? Hopper already knows them, apparently.
I’d given Mom and Dad a matching set of electric lap blankets. Dad glowered. “You think we’re old and feeble.” “Mom got me something for the cold!” I protested. “It’s only fair.” Dad immediately plugged his in, so he obviously wasn’t too offended to enjoy a cozy lap.
Hrmp. Fuck needing to keep your lap cozy. Hands and feet, those are the problem.
