Priestly gaped. He shook his head and ran his hand over the back of his neck. "I don't -- I don't even know what to say to you two."

Maybe it was the double shifts all weekend. Maybe he was just tired and he was hallucinating that his friends decided it was better to spy on him than trust him to pick his own girlfriend. Maybe none of this was actually happening. He looked down at the floor, at the walls, at anything but Karla and Momoko. Because this totally wasn't actually happening.

Absolutely not.