As we left Alvara's room, Alvara trailing behind the two of us, the first person we saw was Clint, coming out of the bathroom. We both turned to grin at him at the same time, and he stopped short. His eyes grew as round as saucers. "Oh. Holy. S**t. Who's who?!"
Alvara came to stand between the two of us. She looked at him with a smirk. "You tell us."
Clinton studied us both for a second. He stood directly in front of me, studying my face, then moved over to Michael and did the same. Then he turned to look back at me. "Say something."
I grinned. "Something."
Alvara laughed when Clint snorted, and Michael just grinned at him. "I should've expected that from either of you yahoos," Clint said, rolling his eyes. Then he turned to Michael. "Now you. Talk."
Michael's grin got wider, and he s
