Page 84 of Disarm
It’s not my favorite thing in the world. But I’m still gonna be all over your ass from here. I’ll be yelling at the TV.
Caleb
Promises, promises.
Miguel
You’re taking the weighted blanket.
Caleb
It’s massive. I’ll literally suffocate in my sleep.
Miguel
You’ve literally asked me to suffocate you before, cálmate.
The blanket is going. Non-negotiable.
Caleb
Miguel
And one of my hoodies. One of the good ones. The black one or the blue one, which smells like me and your questionable life choices.
Caleb
I like how you assume I haven’t already planned on stealing like three of them before I go.
Miguel
That’s my little thief.
I’ll make you a care package.
Snacks, earplugs, eye mask, maybe a tiny laminated card that says “if found dissociating, please return to…”
Caleb
Not funny.
Miguel
Wasn’t totally a joke.
Name one away game where you’ve slept more than four hours a night.
Caleb
…
That’s illegal. Don’t use my past against me.
Miguel
I’m gonna use whatever I have to keep you from crawling out of your skin in a hotel three states away, hermoso.
It takes him a moment to reply.
