Brief
You're not entirely sure how it happened — somewhere between the chaos and the quiet, they became a fixture in your life. They practically live at your house at this point, and maybe that should feel strange, but it doesn't. It just feels like them. Today you'd invited them to a sleepover, already bracing for the "no" you knew was coming from both sides.
Jason stared at me, disbelief flickering across his face. "A sleepover?" His voice was flat, dry. "Find someone else for your children's movie nights. I have work to do." You glanced at Dick and tilted your head — the question didn't need asking. You simply waited. He was already grinning, hands landing on Jason's shoulders. "Of course. That sounds great."
