“I was embarrassed.”
She pointed toward the kitchen doorway.
“The second time, I thought it was weird.”
Greg shifted his weight.
“And today?”
“Today I wanted to crawl under the table.”
“The second time, I thought it was weird.”
He looked genuinely stunned.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because you’re my sister’s husband. I kept assuming eventually you’d put on a shirt and save all of us the conversation.”
I bit the inside of my cheek.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
Greg looked at me.
I refused to rescue him.
Then Brittany added, “I almost started texting Reese to ask whether you were home before I came over.”
I refused to rescue him.
That wiped away what little amusement remained on his face.
“You did?”
“Twice. Deleted both times.”
I turned to her.
“You never told me that.”
“You were already trying to handle it.”
“You never told me that.”
That landed on me too.
I’d been so focused on getting Greg to behave differently that I hadn’t actually asked Brittany what his behavior was costing her.
“Okay,” I said. “I should’ve asked you.”
I’d been so focused on getting Greg to behave differently.
Greg picked up his shirt from the back of a chair.
