Chapter 8
“Doesn’t have to be anything special,” said Dane, hands in his pockets, as Sean considered the salmon. “You being around will impress them more than anything else. I can’t keep a friggin’ boyfriend.”
“I wonder why.”
Sean didn’t look at him. Dane cringed. He felt like s**t, regretted saying nothing until now, but it wasn’t something he did—gripe about his parents. They accepted him, they were weirder than he was, and when it came to it, he was ashamed of them. Their acceptance was flimsy and their weirdness was not the sort that made Dane look good. He wanted to get this over with, as fast and with as little issue as possible.
Dane opened his mouth.
“Go pick up some lasagna pasta and tortillas,” said Sean. He’d been short with Dane since he’d found out about Dane’s parents, a
