Enzo

“I’m not going to fuck this up, Enzo,” Roman sighed, burying his face in his hands as he slunk down onto the couch in our media room. “Please don’t let me fuck this up.”

“You’re not going to fuck this up,” I reassured him.

He ran both of his hands through his hair roughly, mussing it up when he leaned back, looking as disjointed as he sounded. Roman had already told me what he and Honey were talking about the other day and that girl ...