"No, you just talk around it and take potshots at me," Dante said, looking at Ezra over his shoulder.
"Fuck," he muttered, a moment later. When his eyes went up to the ceiling, it wasn't a rolling of the eyes; he was looking for something resembling composure. "I probably shouldn't be pissed," he said. "You're the only one who bailed these past couple of months who has the decency to return his texts."
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"Fuck," he muttered, a moment later. When his eyes went up to the ceiling, it wasn't a rolling of the eyes; he was looking for something resembling composure. "I probably shouldn't be pissed," he said. "You're the only one who bailed these past couple of months who has the decency to return his texts."