“do you know how that makes me feel?…” the hurt in nate’s voice pressed a weight down against kit’s chest. “jesus! what did you think i would do? punch you? i fucking sleep with you every night! why would i hate you kissing me?”

“yeah?” kit asked, voice dragging. “and what’s that?”

“you think i like watching some dude hang all over you?!” nate said, and not — kit couldn’t even try to kid himself about this — platonically. this was not a platonic fight.

“wouldn’t want to interrupt a possible love connection, would i?!”

“she looks like your fucking sister, by the way!” kit exclaimed, too enraged to think straight. “you hooking up with her might actually have been some form of incest… just saying. you might want to look into that.”