Bulb

"You're not going to give me a hard time?" Weston asked (with bonus side-eye). "You always give me a hard time for crap like this." Selby nodded. "I do, because ... wow. Just wow. And yet ... I know that my own karma is looking at me the same way I'm looking at you. So, for the holidays, I'm going to just let your stupidity roll and love you just the same." Weston's mouth fell open. "You are the worst, honestly." Selby nodded, and they were silent together. "All of it?" Weston asked (out of the blue). "What?" Selby responded, confused. "ALL of my stupidity rolls?" Weston clarified. "Yes," Selby confirmed, "all of it. Especially the lunacy you cook up when you think you're being clever." A light came on in Weston's eyes, but it wasn't an elegant twinkle; it was the kind of light you get from a sputtering bulb trying to go hard extra at the end. Selby sighed; it was going to be a long couple of months.