“Don’t ever.” He’s speaking to his sister and brother. “Not for me.” Jane tenses. “Only if—” “Yes, okay. Yes. I’m going to stop. I won’t use anymore. Not for performances or rehearsals.” “Or anything,” Charlie says. “Or anything,” he promises. “Because if you do, I’ll be your roommate,” Jane reminds him. “Thatcher, Charlie, and I will be using every single day—” “I know. The threat still stands, I heard you,” Beckett nods. “I know, sis.”
