“Coop’s not said anything,” Archie pointed out. “Coop is fine,” Coop stated, stretching his arms over his head and letting a bit of his abdomen peek out as the hem of his shirt rose. “Coop wants Frankie. Coop has Frankie. Long as Frankie is happy, Coop is happy.” “He’s also apparently talking about himself in the third person,” I murmured, eyebrows raised.
