Matt

“I think he’s starting to crack,” I said, tossing a ball between my hands. “Colby. He’s pulling away again.”

Rain was sprawled on my couch, chewing on the last of a granola bar like it was a steak dinner. “Yeah. He’s been going full ‘grumpy alpha in self-doubt spiral’ lately. It’s like watching a motivational poster give up.”

I tossed the ball at his head. He caught it—barely.

“We should do something.”

Rain sat up, rubbing the spot where it bounced off ...