“Jesus Christ, Pen. Just drop it.” His nostrils flare, and he steps closer. And I can tell. That this is just the beginning. He’s locked in on this now, like a hound on the scent, and there’s no way he’s giving up that easily. We’re not the type to keep shit from each other, after all. Not the small stupid shit, and definitely not something as life-altering as this, no matter the catalyst of it all.
