The Last Thing He Needs

“You’re not staying with Gene. Jesus, Tom.” Bobby crossed his arms over his chest and looked annoyed. “You’ll stay at my place.”
“This is how you ask me to move in with you?” Tommy asked as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Were you expecting moonlight and roses?” Bobby asked, but he was smiling now.
“I was expecting the question to, ya know, be a question. And maybe not come with a concussion.”