"Do not start," I stated. "You will convince me, and I'll end up scaring Brixton off."
"Then you'd really have to chain him to your basement, or bed, or whatever it was you said," he teased me.
"You're so annoying," I said, frowning at him. "Without all the flirting, you give off little brother vibes. It's disgusting."
Trouble stared at me for a moment, dumbfounded. Then he suddenly burst out in laughter. Like the bent-over-the-table kind of laughter.
"I didn't think it was that funny," I mumbled, giving him a strange look.
"Nah, it wasn't," he said, finally calming down. I gawked at him as he wiped the corner of his eye. "But my friend Sabel said the exact same thing about me before. Same face and everything."
Sabel... the one Brix is helping him with.
"Do I look like her?" I asked
