“I think we should too.” For the second time, he held his hand out and again introduced himself. “I’m Gideon Barlow.” “Milo Copeland. Please don’t ever call me Mr. Copeland. I hate it. But I might call you Tattoo Guy sometimes. If you hate it, I’ll try not to, but that’s who you’ve been in my head, so it’ll take me a while to get used to Gideon. Plus, you do have a lot of tattoos.” He barked out a loud laugh. Sometimes when people did that, it felt like they were laughing at me, but it didn’t with Tattoo Guy. Gideon. “Your name is kinda different.”
