“I’m proud of you,” she whispers into his sweater. “I’m proud of you too,” he replies into her hair. Someone yelps breathlessly a few rows below them. “What about me? Isn’t anyone proud of me? You’re shit friends, the pair of you, you’re the pits! Can you believe that I had to use the stalker app I installed on your phone to figure out that you were here?”
My babies
