Anxious about dinner with Tristan, Rain poked his head in Pip’s open bedroom door, trying to keep his excitement from showing too much. “Are you ready?”
Pip turned around. He was wearing those jeans which were too short for him and that old Pokémon T-shirt Rain wished he’d given away to Goodwill when he had the chance. Pip’s socks didn’t match, either.
What was it with them and socks? Rain decided he’d go through their drawers this weekend and pair every sock up. Yes, that was what he’d do, and then of course, all their problems would magically be solved.
Rain took a sharp breath and refrained from asking Pip to change his clothes. If Pip felt comfortable the way he was dressed, then so be it. What mattered was that Pip was clean and his hair was freshly washed. That was good enough. “M
