I Wish You All the Best

“Nathan, I—”

“I really like you, Ben. I really, really, really like you,

“You mean I brought this pillowcase for nothing?” Nathan eyes the thing balled up in his hands.

“For ten years you left me with them. With a note and a phone number, which might as well have been a big ‘fuck you, I’m done, you’re on your own now, kid!’”

I turn to Nathan, who’s currently seated at the counter with his face buried in his hands, and God he’s so cute right now.

He’s really warm, and for a split second I can smell his sort of terrible cologne and his deodorant. I think that’s lime. It probably shouldn’t make for a good combination, but right now, it smells so good.

Oh, shit.

I turn off my phone and slide it back into my pocket. “Okay, never mind. Let the suspense kill you.”

“Did I hear my name?” Thomas peers from around the corner, still in his pajamas. Can’t blame the poor guy.

“Dearest sibling, I’m going to file down these claws of yours.” She motions to my fingers, which seems like an exaggeration

“Listen, if you don’t pick one, I will, and I’ll tie you down while I paint your nails.”

Nathan: Small world.

Yeah. Small world.