Matt
“I think he’s starting to c***k,” I said, tossing a ball between my hands. “Colby. He’s pulling away again.”
Rain was sprawled on my couch, chewing on the last of a granola bar like it was a steak dinner. “Yeah. He’s been going full ‘grumpy alpha in self-doubt spiral’ lately. It’s like watching a motivational poster give up.”
I tossed the ball at his head. He caught it—barely.
“We should do something.”
Rain sat up, rubbing the spot where it bounced off his forehead. “Like what? Bake him cookies? Knit him a scarf that says Believe in Yourself, Dumbass?”
I snorted. “Tempting. But no. I mean something real. Something to show him how far he’s come.”
“Okay, so… a slideshow of his greatest hits? Background music by Beyoncé?”
“Rain.”
“I’m just spitballing, man.”
I stood and started
