“Is it?” Fitz mumbled. “You don’t even know if Quinlin will have sent over the paperwork you want me to go through. And even if he has, I doubt it’s going to take me all day to read through it.” “I dunno,” Keefe said. “You don’t have a photographic memory, like Foster and I do.” Fitz shook his head. “Dude, you’re losing major Best Friend points today.” “Aw, I’m sorry, Fitzy. Should we hug it out?” Keefe wrapped his arms around Fitz and Fitz shoved him away—but at least they were both laughing.
Awwwww, besties!
