"Name," Knox said.
"I'm not—"
"Or physical description," Knox said. "Start talking or I’m going to tell everyone you do the Morr Roar by yourself in your apartment."
I looked at him. “Wait. You heard that?”
“No, you dumbass. It was just a guess. What the hell is wrong with you?” Knox pointed at me. “I don’t actually give a shit about your relationships, but now this is pissing me off. Tell us everything, now.”
"Oh. Well. Um. He’s. . . tall," I said, because I had apparently decided to do this. "Dark hair. Kind of—he's got this whole—" I moved my hand vaguely. "Precise thing. Like, everything he does is very considered. Very—"
"Controlled," Knox said.
"Yes," I said. "Exactly, yeah. And he's—" I stopped. "He's really smart. Like annoyingly smart. And he has this way of looking at you where it feels like he's actually—"
"Seeing you," Knox said.
"Yes," I said, and then heard myself, and looked at Knox, who was watching me with an expression I had never seen on Knox's face before.
"Man," Knox said. "You might as well just date Cross."
The apartment was very quiet.
Dylan looked at Knox. Then at me. Then he laughed, short, dismissive, the laugh of a man who has just heard something absurd.
"Cross," Dylan said. "Right."
"I'm just saying," Knox said.
"Cross hates Wes," Dylan said.
"Does he though?"
"He's pulled him from three games. He dragged him out of a bar. He—"
"Yeah," Knox said. "I know what he did."
“Can you even imagine doc dating someone?” Dylan shook his head. “Has doc ever even smiled? Certainly not at Wes. No, that’s not a guy who's interested in my brother. That's a guy who finds my brother exhausting.”
Knox was watching me.
"I don't know," Knox said, in the tone of a man who did know.
Something shifted in Dylan’s expression, not the full picture, not yet, just the first edge of something he hadn't considered.
Warning alarms were sounding in my head.
"Okay," I said. "Great chat. Thank you both for coming. So good to see you. Time to go."
I moved toward the door.
"Wes—" Dylan said.
"Yep," I said.
"I just want to—"
"Loved this, really, great visit, we should do it again sometime—" I had the door open. I was gesturing at the hallway. "Drive safe."
