“Don’t even remind me about my traitorous back,” Marshall said. “Twenty-three years old and I could get a cramp from breathing wrong.” Benedikt blinked. He did the math in his head. “Mars, you’re twenty-four.” Without warning, Marshall dropped to his knees, trembling with the drama. “I’m aging!”

“Don’t even remind me about my traitorous back,” Marshall said. “Twenty-three years old and I could get a cramp from breathing wrong.” Benedikt blinked. He did the math in his head. “Mars, you’re twenty-four.” Without warning, Marshall dropped to his knees, trembling with the drama. “I’m aging!”

— Chloe Gong