“What is it—oh. You’re mad,” Xander guessed, a lilt of disbelief to their tone. “Yes, I’m mad,” Milo snapped. “So many things could’ve gone wrong with your plan—” “Oh, as if your plan was any better?” “—what if you weren’t their type? Huh? And she turned you down?” Xander scoffed. “Please. I’m everyone’s type.”
