Matt shrugged. “I didn’t have to. I just used my father’s razor every now and then to feel more grown up. The thing is, by the time I actually had anything to shave, I was pretty good at not cutting myself. So trust me. Sit.”
Vic glanced around the small bathroom, skeptical, until Matt pointed to the edge of the tub. “Right there, big boy. Back that ass up and plop it down.”
“Matty, I can do this myself,” Vic assured him, but he did as he was asked. With a disgruntled sigh, he tucked his chin and rolled his eyes up to look at Matt, giving him a long-suffering look. “Seriously. If you leave me alone, I’ll be done in fifteen minutes. We can play then.”
“Or we can play now.”