"Jesus fuck, man. Was I this demanding?" I asked, putting a plate down in front of him, brow arched as I leaned with my hand braced against the back of his chair, a fork held out to him in the other.

Somehow, this one wasn't quite as hard as David's had been. Maybe it was because I'd had the practice. Maybe it was because Marcus was my best friend. Maybe it was because R wasn't there. Or because I wasn't there alone. Either way, it was a relief.