"I'm working."
"You've been holding that same bolt for five minutes."
I look down. He's right. Fuck.
"Nervous about your date?" Knox asks from the garage doorway, not even trying to hide his smirk.
"It's dinner. Not a big deal."
"Another date with the cute barista who leaves you dragon book recommendations," Vaughn adds from under a truck. "Totally not a big deal."
"How do you even know about — never mind. Robin."
"Robin tells us everything," Jason confirms. "He's invested. We're all invested."
"There's a betting pool," Ezra says from his stool near the garage entrance, where he's doing something on his laptop that's probably the bar's books but might be the betting pool spreadsheet.
"On what?"
"Various things." Knox grins. "When you'll bring him home."
"Already did. Saturday lunch."
"For a meal. Not for the night."
"Knox —"
"I'm just observing. The spare room's available if you need more privacy. Nico moved his things into Ezra's room yesterday."
Nico, who's right there beside Ezra, doesn't look up from his laptop.
"So," Vaughn slides out from under the truck, "where are you taking him?"
"Angelo's."
"Good choice," Jason says. "The carbonara is transcendent."
"You said that about Lucia's too."
"Lucia's was transcendent in a different way. Angelo's carbonara will make him moan."
"Could you not phrase it like that?"
"I phrased it accurately." Jason wipes his hands on a rag. "What are you wearing?"
"Clothes."
"Specifically?"
"The blue button-down."
"Boring," Robin announces, appearing in the garage doorway with a tray of something that smells like chocolate. "Wear the green henley."
"You told me to save the green henley for something important."
"Plans change. He's had a whole week to build his tolerance. He can handle it now."
"He couldn't handle it last time."