"Jake was a complete statue." Kyle was telling the whole family at dinner. "My dude didn't even flinch like he normally does."
"I'm not sure that's an improvement." Dave said with a raised eyebrow.
"It's certainly better than vomiting or passing out." Kyle refuted. He patted me on the head. "Good job, Jake."
"He's not a dog." Noah slapped Kyle's hand away.
"Noah." Mom said with warning.
Noah rolled his eyes. "Why are you always busting me, Mom? Kyle's the one giving Jake a hard time."
"That sounded like a compliment to me." Mom said before turning to me. "You okay, Jake? With Kyle patting you on the head?"
I shrugged. "A lot of people pat me on the head. It doesn't bug me."
"It'll stop once you start getting taller than them." Dave assured me. "Zeke used to pat me on the head all the time."
"You mean slap you upside the head." Kyle snickered.
"He'd still do it too if he was here." Noah laughed.
