Kiss With a Fist

It’s times like these that Joe really, really wishes that Andy wasn’t the closest thing he had to family. Anyone else, Joe could bullshit. He could flash his easy smile, show some charm, throw out a line that he ends up half-believing because it’s easy to say anything to anyone when you don’t actually have a fucking clue yourself. What could he say? “I keep losing in the ring to this guy because I get distracted by the color of his eyes?” “I think he smiled at me once right before the bell, and I kind of wanted to stop and ask him what he was thinking?” “I get a funny feeling in my chest whenever I see him in the lineup, and I don’t want to think too much about it because I know I’ll fight badly if I do?”