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“And you are supposed to remain celibate for a certain number of months?” he questions.

Greyson and Jackson are looking between us, more quiet than normal. This is not the kind of night I had planned. I wanted something relaxing and easy with the guys, not an interrogation about my love life.

“I mean, Logan has a point. No need to feel guilty if there is something there,” Greyson says.

“Let’s not go there right now. I came out to enjoy myself.”

Logan shrugs his shoulders and grabs his beer. Greyson steers the conversation to baseball. We spend the rest of the night on lighter topics, always leading to insults and jokes at each other’s expense. After my second beer, I look down at my watch and see that it’s eleven. Staying up late, not that eleven is that late, used to be easier than this. I find myself trying to hold in my yawns, so they do not bust my balls. I make it another twenty minutes before I decide I need to head home and get some sleep.

“Alright, guys. I am out. I have work in the morning and a baby waiting to wake me up before the sun.”

“It was good to see you, man,” Greyson says. “I’ll stop over next week to see Harper.”

“You guys have fun,” I wave as I back away from the table.

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