“So, I’m scene. I can’t listen to metal, though. How anyone can listen to that without getting a headache…” Grant shook his head. “I prefer country,” he admitted. That was… boring. That’s what he mostly aimed for when it came to people who were close to him. “Simmons needs to talk to both of you, then.”
“A trial run? That’s a lie. You don’t know how to tone the complaints down.”
“It’s not that bad. Listening to you for weeks prepared me for death metal,” she said. “I highly doubt Simmons has a ‘reasons Ward sucks’ presentation ready, not after you two went skydiving. Isn’t it just so difficult when people refuse to hate you? Woe is you, Grant.”
“It’ll be a joint effort. I’ll try to keep my mouth shut and you’ll try to sleep like a normal person, not a bat. Sounds fair?”