“You don’t love me for you. I mean me. You love me for who you want me to be. I’m never gonna be that person, so just…stop it! And I can hang out with Casey all I want! I love Casey! He’s been there for me through it all, not just the last two years! So there!”
Hector opened his mouth to speak, but I grabbed the jacket and threw it back at him. He caught it.
“Now…go to bed. Casey and I will sleep…wherever we want to sleep…except the bed, ‘cause you’re there. But I’m not sleeping in the same bed with you! You! And your mishmashed socks! Your fucking socks! Goddammit!”
And I sat down on Casey by accident. I scooted over and he had to pry his hand out from under me. Then he put his arm around me in solidarity. “What Nick said. And don’t call him babe. He hates it. And he told you, and you still do it. You mismatched bastard.”
Hector stood there for one more moment before he turned and stomped away, slamming the bedroom door a moment later.