“Yeah. Well. You should be.”
I could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “What’s yours?”
“Patrick.”
He tried to muffle his laughter. “Sanford Patrick Stewart. Like, Patrick Stewart. The Star Trek cap—”
“I know.”
“He was also Professor X in the—”
“I know!” I snapped at him.
“Just making sure.”
“It’s not like I haven’t heard that before. I mean, it’s always been—why the hell are we talking about this? You told your father you have a what now?”
“Dammit,” he said. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t have remembered that.”
“It literally happened two minutes ago.”
“Well, yeah. But you’re easily distracted.”
“I am not.”
“I can list at least seven times I’ve distracted you.”
“Really? Fine. Go ahead. I can’t wait to hear this.”
“Okay. Number one. Right now.”
“You bastard!”
“I’m hysterical,” he said, obviously pleased with himself.
“How the hell did you end up telling your father you had a girlfriend?”
“I don’t know! It just… slipped… out? Maybe. He was talking about how he was glad we were finally having a conversation again and said something that reminded me of you and I don’t know, okay? It just happened.”
“Your evil father said something that reminded you of me? I’m offended.”
“Not the point.”
“It kind of is the point, really.”
“Fine. Yes. It’s completely the point.”
“And now he wants to meet said girlfriend.”
“Yes.”
“Oh my god.”
“Look, I know it’s not ideal.”
“Oh my god.”
“We’ll figure something out, okay? I can tell him we’re not at the meet-the-parents stage in our—”