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“Gustavo Tiberius speaking."

“It’s so weird you do that, man,” Casey said, sounding amused. “Every time I call.”

“It’s polite,” Gus said. “Just because you kids these days don’t have proper phone etiquette.”

“Oh boy, there’s the Grumpy Gus I know. You miss me?”

Gus was well aware the others could hear the conversation loud and clear. He was also aware he had a reputation to maintain. “Hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Really.”

“Yes.”

“Gus.”

“Casey.”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Gus mumbled into the phone, blushing fiercely.

“Yeah? How much?”

Gus was in hell. “A lot,” he said truthfully. “There have been allegations made against my person of pining and moping. False allegations, mind you, but allegations nonetheless.”

“I know what you mean,” Casey said. “The guys were saying the same thing about me.”

Gus smiled. “How embarrassing for you.”
“Completely. You have no idea.”
“They’re going to get you packed up this week?”
“Ah, yeah. Sure. Something like that.”
“Casey.”
“Yes, Gustavo.”
“You’re being cagey.”
“I have no idea what you mean. Hey, that’s a nice Hawaiian shirt you’ve got on. Pink? I don’t think I’ve seen you in that color before.”

Gus shrugged. “Pastor Tommy had a shitload of them. I think I could wear one every day for the rest of the year and not repeat. I think he may have had a bit of a….” Gus trailed off when his hand started shaking. Then, “How did you know what I was wearing?”
There was a knock on the window to the Emporium. Gus looked up.
Standing on the sidewalk was Casey. He was wearing bright green skinny jeans and a white and red shirt that proclaimed him to be a member of the 1987 Pasadena Bulldogs Women’s Softball team. He looked ridiculous. And like the greatest thing Gus had ever seen.

Casey wiggled his eyebrows at Gus. “Hey, man.”

“Hi,” Gus croaked.

“Come over here, but stay on the phone, okay?”
Gus didn’t even argue, unable to take his eyes off Casey. He hadn’t expected him for another week, but here he was on a pretty Saturday afternoon, standing outside the Emporium like it was no big deal.
Gus went to the window, and Casey smiled that lazy smile.
He said, “Hi.”
Gus said, “Hi.”
“So, I’ve spent the last two days driving back,” Casey said. “Tried to make it a surprise, you know?”

“I’m very surprised,” Gus managed to say, about ten seconds away from busting through the glass just so he could hug Casey close.

The smile widened. “Good. I’ve had some time to think about things, man. About a lot of things. And I came to this realization as I drove past Weed, California. Gus. It was called Weed, California. It was a sign.”

Gus didn’t even try to stop the eye roll. “Oh my god.”
“Right? Kismet. Because right when I entered Weed, California, I was thinking about you and it hit me. Gus, it hit me.”
“What did?”
Casey put his hand up against the glass. Gus did the same on his side. “Hey, Gus?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to ask you a question, okay?”

Gustavo’s throat felt very dry. “Okay.”

“What was the Oscar winner for Best Song in 1984?”

Automatically, Gus answered, “Stevie Wonder for the movie The Woman in Red. The song was ‘I Just Called to Say I Love You.’” It was fine, of course. Because he knew answers to all those things. He didn’t know why Casey wanted to—

And then he could barely breathe.

Casey’s smile wobbled a little bit. “Okay?”

Gus blinked the burn away. He nodded as best he could.

And Casey said, “Yeah, man. I love you too.”

Gus didn’t even care that he dropped his phone then. All that mattered was getting as close to Casey as humanely possible. He threw open the door to the Emporium and suddenly found himself with an armful of hipster. Casey laughed wetly into his neck and Gus just held on as hard as he could. He thought that it was possible that he might never be in a position to let go. For some reason, that didn’t bother him in the slightest.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“In the grand scheme of the universe, that doesn't amount to a parasite on an ant on the butt of an elephant."
- Benjamin Carver”
― Bill Konigsberg, Honestly Ben

“Eyebrows of Judgment,” Casey said, wiggling his fingers at Gus’s face. “We meet again.” “Don’t talk to my eyebrows,”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“let’s watch House Hunters International and make fun of the people when they pick the worst fucking house because they always do, oh my god.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person