Chapter 3
Finn did technically have social media accounts, at least Twitter and i********:. They were run in a blandly inoffensive and kind of half-hearted way by Janice and her team, and he didn’t remember the passwords, though he said he had them someplace. “I could look them up. I think I know what you have in mind—”
“Do you want it to be official?” Also, Wes was starting to think both he and his boyfriend should have a talk with Janice. About representation. About her job. And Finn’s happiness.
“Well…I want it to be clearly me. Not a PR thing. But I see what you mean. New account?”
“Something that’s yours. Also I like you wearing my shirt. Good idea.” He’d been strategically gathering props, out in the living room. Fluffy blankets in red and green plaid. Their gingerbread house,
