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“Not exactly, Nate.”

Roselyn had barely changed at all too. At least since he’d last seen her which, now that he thought about it, hadn’t been that long ago. He moved to sit next to her and let out a short, soft laugh, “All we’re missing is a stray cat,” He joked.

“Yes, I’m pregnant, and if you value that hand- you won’t touch my bump.” 

“I wasn’t going to,” PJ replied, holding his hands up in innocence.

“I think the last time was umm... Vegas right?”

“At least I had a reason to kick your seat. You deserved it. Peej did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, your reason is being a fucking child,” PJ replied, “Chiron probably wouldn’t even let the damn thing into camp, Nate.”

“Don’t you know me? Just because you’re PMSing doesn’t mean you had to ruin his 4th of July.”

“Oh excuse me Mr. Kick-My-Seat-All-The-Way-Over, which one of us is PMSing?”

“Are you gonna complain about this the whole time we’re here?”

“But nobody deserves that, Aurelie.”

“I suppose I could make an exception to my no hugging rule,” He teased.

“Thanks I guess,” PJ mumbled.

“At least ladies seem to like it.”

“Which ladies, Gus?”

“Thanks again, Peej. I just feel really guilty about burdening you with this stuff.”

“Isn’t that what dating is supposed to be? Your problems are my problems and vice versa. We’re supposed to help each other. Or is that not right?”

“Yeah but this sick April Fool’s prank didn’t make it any better.”

“Don’t be lame, bro.”

PJ laughed, “Says the one dancing like an idiot.”