Art: Hey, how’s things? Settled in okay?
Payne: Depends on how you define okay.
Orson: Oh no, I sense a story.
Payne: Haha no story. Just … different.
Griffin: Dude, you’re living with Beau, even if everything is ducked, at least you have the eye candy, right?
Griffin: Fucked, dammit.
Payne: He’s cute all right, but also … I dunno. He has a routine at home, I guess, and I’m trying not to disrupt him too much.
Art: If you walk on eggshells around him, all you’ll end up with is messy feet.
Orson: What Art and Griffin are TRYING to say is that sounds tough and we’re here if you need to talk.
Griffin: ^WHS.
Art: Sure. That. But also, this is your time. You don’t need to explain yourself to anyone or make excuses. It’s your place. Live the way that makes you happy.
Payne: Thanks for the … I want to say support, but that doesn’t sound right.
Art: Any time, brother.
Orson: Maybe next time message me direct.
Griffin: Hey, do you think you could snap some sneaky shirtless pics? Asking for a friend, of course.
Payne: JFC.
