“The way you look at her. The way she looks at you. You aren’t fooling anyone if that’s the goal. And Travis wouldn’t give a fuck if it was the real deal. You’re his best fucking friend. And it kills me to say this to you because I know that you’ve already got the whole long-hair, Grecian-god look going for yourself, and your ego does not need stroking—but you’re the best fucking guy I know. Don’t tell Finn. I’ve given him the same pep talk, so I’d prefer you don’t compare notes.” I barked out a laugh. “Was that an actual compliment?”
