“I’m not a kid.”
“Eh. That’s really not true.”
“Dom wants me to move in with him.”
I tense up. He feels it, he has to with my arm around him, but he waits. “I know. He hasn’t been… subtle.”
“I don’t think he knows how. He’s like Otter that way. He wants something, so he goes for it.”
I sigh. “That can’t possibly be healthy that we’re both with guys like that. What does that say about us?”
“We have impeccable taste.”
“Right. Maybe I’m not ready for you to go.”
“And maybe I’m not ready for you and Otter to have kids.”
“Shit.”