Paul nods at me as Brendon comes forward, him in a t-shirt and boxer briefs. Brendon reaches for a hug too but Preston stops him with a hand to his chest. “Put some fucking pants on.” Brendon looks up at Preston like he’s an idiot. “I’m not going to fuck him right here in the hallway, relax.” He leans into Preston’s hand until Preston moves, grumbling about an ass kicking later. I hug my best friend with a grin.
