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“Wow, man, you look like shit.”
Alex makes an apologetic face to the woman at the desk who is trying to check him in to the hotel in D.C. as Liam bounces up to him. “So would you if you’d spent a cross country flight sobbing into your eye mask.”
“Aww, you guys are so cute!”
Alex doesn’t even have the energy to remind Liam of bystanders. At least Natalie and Raphael are in a different hotel. “We had a fight.”
“Oh. Oh s**t. Why?”
“Does the thing where you, Victor, and Paul made decisions for my life without consulting me ring any bells?”
Liam splutters. “Dude, that is not — ”
“I’ve barely slept. Everything’s crazy, and I’m pissed at you. Please go away?”
“Do you want to talk?”
“No, Liam. I do not want to talk. I want to drown myself in the bathtub, but a nap is going to have to
