CALEB
Vanya's holding her phone too close to her face when I accept the FaceTime request.
"Where the hell have you been?. You didn't text all weekend."
"I was busy."
"With what?" Tony cuts in. He's lounging sideways on his couch, hoodie half-off his shoulder, looking like he hasn't moved all day. "Your family? Church? Local gay crimes?"
"I wish," I say.
They're calling together, split screen, both of them loud and nosy.
Tony yawns. "So what's it like with Tim around?"
I keep my face neutral. "Barely see him."
Vanya snorts. "You're telling me the person who used to climb through your window at midnight is suddenly too busy?"
I shrug. "He's busy with Ellie. They've got wedding stuff. I don't really talk to him."
They believe it for about five seconds.
Then Vanya squints. "What's on your neck?"
"Nothing."
"Come closer."
"No."
"Caleb."
"It's not—" I start, but Tony's already leaning toward his camera.
"Show us," Vanya says. "Now I'm curious."
I roll my eyes and adjust my hoodie without t
