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“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask.
He shrugs.
“You really meant it when you said all your friends are queer, didn’t you? How does a straight guy end up with so many queer friends?”
“It’s a long story.”
“We’ve got time.” He looks out the window with a nod.
I glance at my exposed arm, at Seojun’s signature still there, bright and bold, and I bite my lip before I look at the driver through the rearview mirror, but he’s no help. Heck, I’m no help. Even if he did look, it’s not like I could ask him to get me out of this. There is no way out of this. Only through. Might as well accept it.
“I’ve collected them.” I lean back with a sigh.
“What are they? Pokémon?”
“No. I…I mean, they’ve all been victims of CREEP crimes at some point or another. And, well, I’ve kept in touch to make sure they’re recovered, and one thing led to another?—”
“And now you’re a happy polycule!” He smirks.
“We’re just friends.”
“Oh, I know,” he answers. “So Brandon has a power, and Annie is a bit…” He twirls his fingers in circles in front of him.
“She can see auras.”
“Oh. I thought she’s just a hippie.”
I chuckle. Truth be told, she is. How could she not when she could see things about people the rest of us couldn’t?
“What about Zeke? Any powers?”
“Zeke is a teacher.”
“That’s not a superpower.”
“Then you clearly haven’t met teachers.”
Seojun crosses his arms like a stubborn kid would stomp when he’s told he’s wrong, and I have to bite my lip before I laugh in his face.
“Anyway, Zeke’s power is also literally teaching.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I just said. He can teach anyone anything.”
He considers my words for a moment before he continues.
“And what about Robin?”
“Robin is just Robin. They are not superpowered.”
“Pfft. How ableist!”
I shake my head. “It’s not like I control if people have powers or not.”
“But can’t you?” He arches his eyebrow, all serious, and I bury my face in my hands.
“SPAM isn’t God, you know?”
