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“I can’t believe you fucking did this.”
“Can’t you?” Alex asked, adjusting the cufflinks on their suit jacket. “I mean, it isn’t really very out of character for me to do something like this.”
Morgan’s face scrunched in a mild sort of confusion before it was dismissed— another flicker of rage passed through Alex as their best friend ignored what was in front of them for the sake of the plot. “I mean, yeah, I guess it makes sense I’ve rubbed off on you this much.”
Alex gave a toothy grin, imagining that they were tearing into Lighthouse’s soul like a fucking Aunt Anne’s pretzel dog. “You have no idea, Morgan.”
Their spouse’s laughter was music to Alex’s ears.