Andy thought this might be the first time in years that he’d felt genuinely grateful for anything—andhere was Scooter wondering why he didn’t complain more. It didn’t make sense.
“You’ve worked hard for everything you’ve got,” Scooter said. “And this is your home. You shouldn’t have to give up space because Jeff’s an asshole and I’m forgetful. I’ll get it taken care of, right after the storm, okay?” He didn’t turn around, but the muscles in Scooter’s back were stiff, uncomfortable.
Andy didn’t know what to say or do. He didn’t know what he’d done wrong or how to fix it.
Before he could think of a response, Scooter said, “You should get your shower in. That seaweed down your trunks is gonna stick to your skin if it dries all the way.”
That sounded like something learned through hard experience.