Omega shuts his mouth with an audible click, looks away. "You know what his sign for me is?" Does Tex know how namesigns work? It shouldn't matter for his point. "Rock. I'm the rock. Which is just fine. I'll take care of everyone and I'll cover for him when he needs a mental health month and I'll get him whatever surgery or book or boyfriend he needs on the frequent occasions I'm not good enough."

Omega drops his voice so she has to pay attention to him, so he doesn't start screaming for the whole bar to hear. "He doesn't get to take care of me when he can't even take care of himself!"