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"He always was a rude motherfucker," Seb confirms.
"Think we should tussle him to the ground and sit on him until he sees sense?" Massimo looks me up and down.
"He’s taller than either of us, but if we take him together, I’m sure we can overpower him."
"Not that it would make any difference; he’d probably still be pigheaded about this entire issue."
"He’s an ass," Seb agrees.
"Hey," I fold my arms across my chest, "stop talking about me like I’m not here."
"Stop acting like you don’t have a brain in your head," Massimo shoots back.
"What?" I growl, "What the hell are you two talking about?"
"Clearly, your idea of asking for forgiveness is very different from what was needed to actually get her to forgive you."
"You’ve lost me." I drag my fingers through my hair. "I went to her, tracked her down, told her I was sorry, repeatedly."
"But did you actually mean it?" Seb narrows his gaze on me. "Did you convey just how much of an asshole you’ve been with every fiber of your being for every moment that you’ve known her?"
Heat sears my neck. I glance at him, then away.
"That’s what I thought."
"What makes you two such experts on relationships anyway?" I snap.
"And n-o-w he’s angry with us." Seb shakes his head. "He thinks he can distract us from our mission."
"Mission?"
"We’re here to make you see reason," Massimo drawls.
"Reason?" I pull the plate of food toward me and begin to eat. "What reason?"
"Look, you were born a grump-face, are shit company, and really, the only times we have been able to tolerate you is when you have been with her."
"What?" I stop with my fork halfway to my mouth.
"She made you a better person, asshole." Seb snorts. "I can’t believe I’m saying this, by the way." He looks a little shocked with himself. "I sound like I picked the dialogue from a romance film."
"You mean a rom-com," Massimo corrects him.
"How the hell do you know what a rom-com is?" I stare at him.
"It’s an informed guess," he raises a shoulder, "and don’t try to steer us off course."
"You guys are the ones taking this entire conversation off course by talking about emo shit." I finish the mouthful on my fork and go in for another. "This food is really good, by the way," I compliment Cassandra.
"You really are trying to change the topic, aren’t you?" She folds her arms across her chest.
"Hey, I was just complimenting you on the food," I protest.
“Definitely trying to change the topic." Seb nods. "What do you say, Massimo? Do you think he’s strong enough to hear the truth from us, or is he too much of a pussy?"
"Who are you calling a pussy?" I snap.
"You, little brother." Massimo smirks.
