“Good thing the messages finally stopped. Yes, man? How are you? Still fine? Sane and sh*t, or do we bring you to rehab?”
“Yeah. I am okay now. Rehab, my ass,” Rion smiled, nodding, as Macko made his way toward him, snuggling by the couch, as if it was not big enough to accommodate the both of them so he needed to stay as close as possible. “If anything, the word I can describe it is relief...”
“Great to hear it, then. I thought Augustus might have to buy you a new phone again, if the messages continue to bother yo—”
“Augustus? What do you mean he might have to buy me a... new phone again? What?”
Augustus? Rion repeated the question in his head. A new phone? And again? He looked at Macko in puzzlement, waiting for a response.
“Hu... huh? Augustus?" Macko's eyes widened in shock. The r
