With a laugh,Chris tells him,“You two are so much alike.I can’t wait for you to meet him.Then you’ll get a chance to see my art first-hand instead of just in my portfolio.”
“Chris.”Barry whines this time and rolls his eyes.“Please.Two minutes without talking about tattoos or your goddamn friend.Is that too much to ask?”
Chris frowns,confused.What’d he say?“You don’t want to talk about tattoos?”What elseis there to talk about?
Barry sighs,defeated.Turning his attention back to the television,he mumbles,“You didn’t even ask how my day went.”
“You said you’d been practicing—”
“I didn’t say why.”Another sigh,this one exasperated.Barry bites into his slice of pizza and tears at it viciously.