Kyle grins. "It'll be cool, I promise."

Although it makes perfect sense for Tommy to snatch his hand away, it hurts in a way Kyle hasn't felt in years. His face falls for a second before he manages to adopt a guarded expression instead.

"Okay, can you maybe not tell me what I do and don't want? Especially since like, ten minutes ago you were throwing shit in my face like 'told you you thought I was hot, Kyle.'"