"You've got ants in your pants?" Ian asked as he sat opposite Gabe, tossing the file in his hand over to him with a casual flick of his wrist.
Gabe looked up from his work, a deep frown creasing his forehead. "Why would I have ants in my pants? What's wrong with you?"
Ian shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "Multiple things, but I doubt you'll be able to help with them."
Gabe raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued despite himself. "You've come to me for advice?" His tone was incredulous, making Ian shudder before he quickly responded.
"Nope. I've come to offer it," Ian said with a smirk.
Gabe sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "I don't need any more advice, Ian. I'm actually in a good mood for once, so just scurry away and let me be."
Ian chuckled, unfazed. "Of course you're in a good mood. You're sleeping with Autumn."
