"I'm going now. I'll be there in ten minutes. I'll look at my phone then. See you soon." Sam as always was to the point, efficient and hung up when he had to get into his car like the responsible driver he was.

Jonathan had to snort. "You two in a room? Fuck. That never ends well."

They'd either fuck or fight. And honestly, fighting was better. Fucking caused more problems. For both of them.