Wes and I fell into easy conversation again, gaming while I tried to pretend I hadn’t just set my entire nervous system on fire.
Then I heard it—a familiar rustling noise in my headset.
"Are you seriously eating right now?" I asked, laughing as I caught the unmistakable crumpling of a candy wrapper.
"Yeah, sorry," he apologized, his mouth clearly full of food. "It's just a candy bar. Some of us don't have a lifetime supply of energy drinks and need to get our fix from alternative sources," he teased.
I sighed dramatically. "God, chocolate sounds so good right about now. I wonder if we have any?" I wondered out loud, my voice tinged with hope.
"Go check, give me a chance to eat mine without you listening to me chew," he joked, clearly still chewing.
I mean, why the hell not?
“Okay, c
