“Don’t worry. He’ll come around,” Dash says. “He’d better, for your sake. He’s gonna flip his shit when he realizes that you’ve got a girlfriend, too.” “Don’t you breathe a fucking word,” Dash says in a very serious tone. “We have to ease him into this one step at a time. He’s already being difficult enough as it is. Living with Pax, mid existential crisis, would not be a fun time.” I’m inclined to agree.
