Chapter 37
Mostly.
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Jase was more or less on time. A little less than more, but he was there, and that was all that mattered, right? He waved the waitress over again for his tab and didn’t even wince when she told him. Instead, Scooter just peeled off the twenties that Chris had given him, left an extra one as a tip for the trouble he’d been.
“Come on, Scooter,” Jason said, getting one arm under him and levering him out of the chair where Scooter’s pants were sticking. Yuck. “Let’s go.”
Scooter opened one eye. “Do you think I’m unlovable?” He was trying for light-hearted and sarcastic, but it came out more like he was an inch from falling over and sobbing like a little kid. “Like, completely, totally, not even worth it unlovable?”
“If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be here, you idiot,” Jason sighed. He grabbed Scooter’s wrist and hauled it across his shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you home to sleep it off.”