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“Why were you arguing in the first place?”

My nose wrinkles. “I told him something.”

“What?”

“That the Pies accepted me?—”

His eyes widen. “But I thought they refused your pledge!”

“No. I just didn’t want to be a part of that world. I still don’t.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. You’d have had to move out in September, and the only place I want you moving into is my bedroom. Permanently.”

Despite the situation, I grace him with a goofy grin. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. Will you?”

“Of course. I’m halfway moved in anyway,” I tease. Then, a thought crosses my mind. “Hailey and Pecan still on the outs?”

He hums. “Yeah, and he’s like a bear with a sore paw too.”

“He’s always been weird about her. I barely know her and that breaks his pattern. Usually, I get sick of his dipshit girlfriends. He’s hardly brought her around, and I think I can count on one hand how many times we’ve hung out.”

“Even before I saw him pining, I figured it was love.”

“Really?!”

“Oh, yeah.”

“He said something to you?”

“Kinda. He showed it, mostly.”

Pondering that, I muse, “I know money’s tight for her. She could move in with us, at a reduced?—”

“Ah, fuck, D. You’re not meddling, are you?”

I chuckle. “You watch me make magic happen.”

He groans.

Then, another thought comes to me.

Maybe it’s because of his offer or maybe that acetaminophen is making me delirious—not—but I tug on his fingers. “Zach?”

“What, baby?”

“We should post it.”

“Post what?”

I clear my throat. “You know. The reel. The one that started it all.”

“That’s for us.”