Winn smacked the back of his head and headed upstairs.
Hours later, the room looked like two toddlers and a tornado had had a playdate. They were deep into the second season of Stranger Things, two boxes of pizza thoroughly annihilated, the coffee table buried under an army of empty beer cans.
Joey suddenly leaned forward, pointing aggressively at the TV with a half-eaten crust. "I don't get it!" he yelled. "Why would you move toward something you know is scary? You got gas in the car, it's working fine. Drive the fuck out of there!"
Winn gave him a look of absolute disbelief. "Not everyone is a pussy, Joey."
"Like you? Letting the woman you love slip through your fingers?"
"You are an asshole!" Winn snapped. "But yeah, you are right… I am a pussy."
Joey leaned back, hands up. "No argument there."
Winn groaned, tilting his head back against the sofa, running both hands through his hair. The movement made the muscles in his arms flex, tension rippling beneath his skin.
