“Still here, guys.” “Then leave,” Christian tells him without looking at him.4 “Been your best friend for twenty fucking years and that’s how you’re gonna talk to me?” Henry gives him a look. “How pussy-whipped are you?” “Right now? Very.” Christian nods once, still not looking over at him5 and I feel like my head’s in the clouds because they’re talking about me and I love him6 when he goes like this, so serious and so solemn, precision-focused on the task at hand, which happens to be me.
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