“Bro, you have no idea how far down-“

Keegan blinks, turning his desk chair to look at where you’re sprawled out on his bed.

“Did you just ‘bro’ me?” he asks, cutting you off. You pause, glancing up at him. You snort at his question, refocusing on running the emery board along the edge of your thumbnail, a bottle of red polish balanced on your thigh.

“Yeah, I did. That’s how crazy this is. You have no idea how far down your nails go-“

“We have sex” he interrupts again, frowning. “I’m not bro.”

His frown deepens when you bark out a laugh, shooting him an exasperated look. “Babe-“