“So, let me get this straight,” Craig said, pushing his glasses off his face with a frustrated shove and settling them on top of his head. Owen hadn’t known Craig for long, but he knew Craig well enough to know Craig wasn’t impressed in the least. He held back the urge to tell Craig how ridiculous doing that with a set of glasses looked, like Craig was trying to appear as some kind of model on the cover of a swimsuit edition, and instead reached for his coffee. “You’ve had intimate conversation with, hung out in private with, and chased tonsils with some random young dude that you think is hot, but you didn’t ‘do anything,’“ Craig said, the last word accompanied by enthusiastic air quotes. Owen did his best to not let the gesture rile him. Even with the effort, though, Owen’s free hand sou
