“Do you remember that one time,” Niko says, laughing before he’s even finished his sentence, “during one of our last scenes together, how pissed off Jerome got?” “Yeah,” I reply with a chuckle, switching into my Jerome impression. “For fuck’s sake, you two, get rid of the goddamn heart eyes. You’re not in love within these walls! You’re strangers fucking in the storage closet of a seedy club. One of you probably has herpes. Quit the cutesy shit. This isn’t happily ever after!” He was wrong about that last part, but I didn’t dare tell him so.
