TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SELF-HARM
Kevin
Atherton glows as I stare out the window. We're all going to dinner together tonight, the male shark squad. I'm sure we are due for an update on the Fuckweed in Russia at this point along with Delilah's father. I already know we're in the clear because we no longer have human shadows lurking. I never saw mine, a true testament to him doing his job and I made sure to pass that along to Mr. Grant.
I make the familiar walk to his office and find them all sitting there waiting on me like usual. "There he is. The famous rock guitarist himself, Mr......Kevin.......Harris." Goose intones dramatically. "Though you need a hair band name."
"He can be Cold Counselor." Klein jokes.
"Shark Fin on bass." Uncle Ellis drops quickly.
"Yeah, yeah. If you
