You never called me back to tell me when I can get my stuff. Grant tsks softly. Whenever you want. Alex turns another page. Both of you.
Grant chuckles quietly.
Alex asks tiredly. Now, if you had anything worth wearing, I'd keep it, but you can have your crap, with every sequin intact. Hell with you. He turns on his heel and goes back to his friends. Alex looks up and shakes his head.