Their supply guy has totally fucked them. Sid doesn’t know if it was just an off day at the warehouse, or if Ovie insulted the guy’s mother again, but whatever the cause, there’s a metric fuckton of peas in the
“Look, Spencer, look!” Spencer, who had been trying to read that issue of Kerrang he’d had stuffed in his bunk for the past four months but never had the time to get to, dodged Brendon’s probing hands with practiced ease.
Spencer couldn’t remember when they’d had the baby discussion. If he had to guess he’d say it must’ve happened some time after Brendon packed up his Chicago apartment and moved to Vegas to live with Spencer. They went through a