There was that thing about not running off with somebody else without fair warning. More a guideline than a rule. Other than that, um. Alex blinks at him. I'm not in charge here.
Grant turns, leaning against the doorframe with an expression bordering on manic.
Both of us. He stares at the ceiling. Christ, honey, I don't know. We can take turns, if you want. Today, I'll tell you what to do, and tomorrow, you can order me around.