"I'm sorry," Steve said, "did you just tell me to stay the hell away from Jen?"
"Yes, I did," Kevin responded, "and did you have something to say back?"
Steve paused, thoughts of his recent fight with Christian flashing in his mind. He had read somewhere that no one ever started a fight they thought they would lose - and while he really, really wanted to punch Kevin - he wasn't going to fight Kevin here.
But in the future...
"Steve? Did you want to say something?" There was just a hint of condescension in Kevin's voice now.
"Listen, Kevin. I don't know what you're talking about. With Jen, it's...it's complicated. Sure, I think she's pretty...but she's dating you. And I respect that..."
"Damn right you respect that!"
"...even if I have no respect for you. And think you're a jerk. And a terrible person. And...well, you get the point."
"Whatever, dude."
"Laters." Steve turned to walk back to the tux shop, half-expecting to feel a rock or something hit him in the back of the head, but no. Nothing. Just a ball of fury in the pit of his stomach that grew as he walked back to meet Gar.
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