"Did you see him? He looked like he got arms for legs," I said in between laughs, my belly almost one sneeze away from coming apart. "God, he wouldn't shut up about it!"
"Now you know what gym equipment to stay away from at the gym," Elio replied in disgust referring to the man's, who was the only customer at the pancake house besides us, constant boasting about using the bars eight hours a day since he was twelve. "Not that you'd need it."
I narrowed my eyes at him again and he throws his hands up in the air. We trade these silent exchanges often throughout the night—my wordless chiding in return for his entertained, half-felt apologies.
We were comfortable with each other after all the s**t that went down, because we were friends first before he and I got into a relationship. And I m
