CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
I have been cooped up in my room for the past one and a half weeks, ignoring every call and instead doing what any sane man would do; binge-watching every sci-fi movie there is and playing NBA 2K23. By the twelfth day Dean and Ken had had enough. Like the last couple of days, I’d woken up as early as two in the afternoon, postponed my bath until later in the evening, ordered room service yet again before settling down to watch a new movie then switch to playing games. Unfortunately enough, Dean and Ken had decided it was the perfect time for an intervention. They made me sit on the bed, while they sat on the couch, watching me like a hawk-eyed parent about to give their child the most harsh talk ever.
“We are your best friends-” Dean began.
“Technically, I’m his bes
