"Oh, come on," Clarkson argued, leaning against Collin's kitchen counter.
"What else would you be doing?"
"On a Saturday morning at 9:00 AM?" I challenged.
"I'd be sleeping you idiot."
Collin chuckled, sipping on his water.
"But instead, you get to spend the morning with me!"
Collin lowered his gaze at him.
"And your boyfriend," Clarkson added.
"What could be better?"
"Getting rid of him," I said, jerking my thumb towards Dennis, who was sitting on the floor, playing tug-of-war with Scooby.
"I'm all for you not coming on Saturday mornings," Dennis called.
"Or Sunday afternoons."
"F*ck off!" Collin called back.
Dennis just flipped him off.
"And getting rid of you," I said to Clarkson, flashing him a smile.
"Then what would you do?" Clarkson pressed.
