"I'm kicking your ass later," Adam told Mikey, pointing a finger at him as he sat back up in his seat. "I know where you sleep." He was smiling when he said it, though, so he probably wasn't serious. Maybe.
Adam wrinkled up his face, unamused. "It's just so strange that he could repeat that back to me that way. I don't know. Maybe one or both of them have a photographic memory." Adam certainly didn't have a problem remembering the way Michelle had kissed him that night, and everything that happened afterward, considering how drunk he was. "That's my good stuff. I only share that with people I like, you know."
He needed to change the subject. He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "How. Um. How's your brother? I haven't talked to him since - you know. I should." Except he couldn't. Not until he knew what was going to happen.