Page 82 of The Substitute
That mother fucker. Ambrose living with Tobi is going to be more of an issue than I thought. He automatically gets all Tobi’s downtime while he’s in town.
Savage: Would you rather go ice skating?
Tobi: Ice skating? What are you Ambrose now?
Savage: It’s different when it’s in Central Park. Nothing like hockey.
Tobi: I have no coordination or balance.
Savage: Better for me. I can keep my arm around you all night.
Tobi: Can we tomorrow?
I open my practice calendar to check. I have fucking practice.
Savage: I can’t tomorrow. Thursday?
Tobi: It’s going to be really cold…
Savage: I promise I’ll warm you up after.
Tobi: can we drink hot chocolate?
Savage: Of course, and I’ll even buy you some warm nuts.
Tobi: Is that a euphemism for something because I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about?
Savage: You’ve never had candied nuts?
Tobi: Again, I’m not sure we aren’t talking about a sex act…
I burst out laughing.
Savage: Get your mind out of the gutter! This is a snack.
Tobi: Calling it a snack isn’t helping.
I shake my head, smiling because he is cute as fuck.
Savage: What time can I pick you up?
Tobi: my last class is done at 3.
Savage: I’ll be there at 330.
Savage: I’m done with my stuff at 8 tomorrow. Can I come over after? I want to see you.
The message feels pretty vulnerable, but I send it anyway.
Tobi: Sure. I might need to study, but you can cuddle me while I do.
Savage: Perfect.
A few hours later, I get a message from my step-brother.
Ambrose: What the fuck are you doing trying to snatch up most of the week?
Savage: What are you going on about?
