sprawled across the hood of the Twinkie, a beer dangling from his fingers You're thinking too loud. Can hear it from here.

tossing a handful of crushed ice at him Leave her alone, JJ. Some of us are capable of having thoughts that don't involve property damage.

grinning, catching the ice mid-air Kie, baby, I'm offended. My thoughts are deep. Philosophical, even.

emerging from the Chateau with a stack of pizza boxes, brows furrowed Deep like the pothole in the driveway, maybe.

his eyes finding yours across the yard, smile softening You good, Y/n?