#scamonymous

Hiding in a hotel while drug dealers and cops are on his tail is not very high on Ethan’s to-do list, but now that he’s actually doing it, he has to admit that it’s a lot more boring that he expected. Video games are fun and all, but losing to Thibault over and over has quickly gotten old. Not to mention how surprisingly uptight the guy is.

“How long have you been like this?” Tee asks with an air of long-suffering, eyes narrowed with disgust.

“Whmphp?” Ethan says around the potato chips in his mouth. He swallows, and repeats himself. “What?”

Thibault waves a hand at Ethan’s … everything. Which, rude much?

“Hey,” he says. “Just because I’m not Mr. Zen like you-”

“You don’t need to be a Buddhist to have manners!” Thibault says loudly, and Ethan gets the sense that this has been a long time coming. “I just-would it kill you to use a napkin? Or eat anything that isn’t fried?”

Ethan blinks. “Um-”

Thibault sighs, his head dropping into his hands. “Sorry,” he says eventually. “I’m just not-”

“Used to have any human contact?” Ethan says without thinking. He’s just started to regret it when Thibault snorts with laughter, his head still down on the table.

“Okay,” he says, raising his head. “That’s not actually that funny.”

“Excuse you, I’m hilarious,” Ethan says, and that sends Thibault into more laughter.