“Interfering with the news cycle sounds exactly like something a good rock and roll icon should do,” he pointed out. “Disrupting the system. Protecting people.”
“Don’t worry.” Justin ate the second-to-last breadstick, and paused guiltily. “You should have that last one. I’m okay. I’m getting used to being a story. And at least if they’re asking about our wedding plans, they’re not running away from me gibbering in terror, so, hey, win.”
“You rescue babies.” Kris tore the breadstick in two. Handed him half. “You save people. You save me.”
“You save me.” Justin licked garlic butter from a fingertip. His eyes were serious, over empty pizza boxes. The pizza boxes beamed in satisfaction. “Every day.”
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