Sloth frowned, realising they'd stopped walking. "Is this yours?" she asked nodding up at the building they were in front of. There was a vision for the evening's activities forming in her mind and it would preferably happen on the living room floor, not out in the cold, toad or otherwise.
"Chance is jealous. Even when he's your friend he's still thinking about himself. He'd probably be worried if he knew we were together without him, that I might steal his toad away from him. He doesn't trust me with anything. He didn't even tell me about Zoe for ages. Does your family treat you like that? Like untrustworthy garbage?"