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It starts when the Achievement Hunter guys are in town.
Despite their shitty, half-pretend rivalry, Bruce actually admires them. They’re fun to be around and funny, witty, smarter than they give themselves credit for. They’ve been in this industry longer than Bruce himself, and even though their formats are different, Bruce stands to learn a lot at their feet. (Not that he’d ever admit to that. They’d never let him live it down.)
They’re alright though, Bruce likes them. So their last night in Los Angeles, after a day of making some videos with them, Bruce, James, Adam, Spoole, and Elyse take Michael, Geoff, and Gavin out to dinner. The place they choose to eat in is one they make fun of: a poorly lit, chic L.A. restaurant where they are having after-dinner drinks and joking around with each other.
It’s good and normal. They talk about videos they want to make together. They talk about new game releases. They talk about good shows they’ve seen recently. And, inevitably, they talk about their friends.
Bruce mentions Jack to Geoff and Geoff talks about Jack for a while. The conversation evolves and Geoff asks about Matt. Specifically, Geoff asks, “What’s up with Matt Peake? Does he not come out with you guys that often?”
Bruce answers sincerely, feeling a certain fondness at the thought of Matt, “He doesn’t go out with us much. Love the guy to death, but don’t count on him for anything after work.” And it’s true. Bruce and Matt have been roommates for almost six months now and Bruce has learned that while it looks like Matt likes to keep to himself on camera, off camera he’s passive but enthusiastic. His smiles are rare but that only makes them that much more valuable. He is also a huge introvert. His quiet, stoic demeanor does translate into his social life, that much is true. He likes to work out and occasionally go out if he has been notified in advance and it will be with friends. Matt is particular but it’s a delight when he finally goes out with you. Makes you feel like a cat has put its paw on your hand.
James pipes in then, answering Geoff’s question by adding onto Bruce’s answer, “Unless it’s the gym. Matt will never say no to the gym.”
Adam nods beside Bruce and James. “I’ve known the guy for years. He’s fun when he wants to be, but otherwise, he’s as reclusive as me.”
“You’re here, though,” Michael says, and smirks over the glass he has pressed to his mouth.
“Couldn’t get enough of your pretty face, could I?” Adam replies flatly.
Sean, where he’s sitting between Elyse and Gavin at the round table, has had one drink. Well, no drinks, actually. He’s been sipping from Elyse’s mojito most of the night while she pretends to mind. Sean almost stereotypically hiccups before he speaks, very much inebriated, and says, “Matt Peake is the beeeeest.”
Everyone at the table seems to collectively sigh.
Gavin coos jokingly, “Aw, little boy has a crush.” And goes to pinch Sean’s cheek when— Sean makes an indignant noise, actually does stereotypically hiccup, and says, “Don’t– Don’t tell him! Don’t tell Matt!”
Everything happens slowly for Bruce, then. Sean is blushing beet-red. The table is silent with every head turned to Sean’s direction. Bruce swallows hard. He has seen Matt and Sean interact. He knows they have tension between them, sly smiles and glances, but he never thought—
The moment passes so excruciatingly slow. Like, teeth-grindingly slow. Bruce considers three different forms of escape from this awful moment before Sean starts whining loudly and lamenting his sorrows onto Elyse’s shoulder. That breaks the tension, however clumsily, and it comes coupled with Geoff’s laugh, which is the first sign of amusement at the table. His loud guffaws startle the fuck out of Bruce, who all but jumps in his chair. Bruce grips his drink hard.
Geoff says, “Oh man! Man, oh man, you should see your faces!”
Bruce knits his brow, opens his mouth to ask What are you—? but he does a double take around the table and he realizes too late that Geoff is referring to them, to Funhaus, to its members seated at the table. They are all, in some form or another, tensing up, shifting uncomfortably, glancing around nervously, shocked and blushing.
It’s just… It was a shock, okay? Not that much, when the facts are considered, but still a shock. It counts.
Adam stops trying to sink into his chair long enough to take a gulp of his alcohol. A huge one.
The tense silence is once again broken clumsily, this time by Gavin, who flaps his hand and says, “Oh, come off it,” to which James asks “What?” apparently too quickly for Gavin’s liking. He and Michael exchange a look.
Michael leans forward on the table, shoulders squared and arms crossed around his drink glass. He speaks as if laying down the facts for dummies, says, “You’re tellin’ me that Spoole has a crush on Peake and none of you knew? Because those,” He gestures to Bruce’s face and Bruce is mildly offended, “Are not the faces of people who didn’t know.”
Adam takes another big, big drink. Hasn’t stopped drinking, in fact.
James puts on his best skeptical face, leans forward to mirror Michael’s stance, “Listen, I don’t know what all of you do down at Achievement Hunter-land, but—”
Spoole breaks through James’ sentence with a loud 'Why me?' whining while Elyse pats Sean’s head with a shocked smile on her face. She meets Bruce’s eyes and tries her best to convey a Can you believe this? gesture.
Bruce cannot actually believe this.
Michael speaks again, “Eight of you in the office, seven of which have been working together god knows how long, and none of you knew?”
Adam detaches from his now-empty glass, licks his lips and doesn’t look as Michael as he speaks. He goes for a joking tone, missing by a mile, saying, “Maybe we were just ignoring it, y’know?”
The strained tone Adam delivers his sentence with seems to amuse the Achievement Hunters endlessly, because it makes Geoff guffaw again, his laughter followed in melody by Gavin and Michael. Bruce hates them a lot in this moment but he hates himself more for how his stomach churns.
“Jesus Christ, they’re a fucking mess,” Michael utters between his giggle fit.
“Oh, man.” Geoff stutters out, laying a hand on the table and one on his stomach as he laughs, “You’ve gotta do it. You’ve gotta tell him, Spoole.”
“What?” Michael asks, curling forwards with laughter. “You want Spoole to suck Peake’s dick?”
Goddamn, Bruce hates them a lot.
Gavin has an incredulous look on his face when he says, “Naaaaah. He couldn’t. More than that, I’d bet you a hundred quid he couldn’t. Peake’s straight."
That sentence clicks in Bruce’s brain. Wait—
Michael rolls his eyes, “There’s straight people in Funhaus? Are you—”
“Wait,” Bruce says, can’t stop from saying, actually. He steps on Michael’s jab, asks, “Did you actually just bet on Spoole’s love life?”
Bruce doesn't know what answer he’s looking for but isn’t really expecting Geoff to lean forward, laughter still shining in his eyes, lacing his fingers together around his glass, and finally saying, “Lack thereof, technically.”
James speaks from beside Bruce, quirking an eyebrow as if he’s trying to make sense of the situation, “You’re saying real money.”
Gavin answers, rolling his eyes and shrugging, “Of course I’m saying real money. This would be hilarious!”
James narrows his eyes and shifts his gaze to Elyse. Bruce can’t read Elyse’s face now but, apparently, James can.
So he speaks, asking while still looking at Elyse, “Could we help Spoole get the date?”
Michael leans back in his chair, alternating his gaze between Gavin and Geoff. He shrugs at the same time Geoff says, “If that’s your way of saying that Spoole needs all the help he can get in order to get a date, then, just for the record, you’re the one who implied it.”
Adam stifles a chuckle, more nervous than anything, and James looks at Gavin, prompts, “Could we?”
Gavin shrugs, looks at Geoff, and makes a noise. “I mean, it’d certainly make things more interesting.”
James continues pressing, “You’re saying a no-frills bet, right? This isn’t for content or anything?”
Gavin smiles and winks, brings his almost-empty drink up to his mouth, “Ah, we’ll see about content.”
Bruce looks at Sean, who is notedly more calm than he was two minutes ago when he had his minor breakdown, but he is still red in the face and is aggressively avoiding everyone’s eyes.
Bruce asks, gently, “Spoole? Would you be okay with this?”
Elyse wraps her arm around Sean’s shoulders and Sean seems to ground himself with her touch. He takes a deep breath and takes a second to answer, aware that all eyes are on him. He says, “How… How bad could it be, right?”
Gavin makes a delighted noise at the back of his throat while Michael and Geoff look at each other, distinctly pleased.
Gavin digs into his pocket and takes out his phone. He points the camera at Sean and says, “Spoole, say the following.”
Bruce asks, “What are you doing?”
Gavin says, “Verbal contract.”
Sean does end up repeating after Gavin. In Gavin’s words, Sean accepts the bet while Funhaus looks on, semi-mortified, and Achievement Hunter looks on, flashing giddy smiles.
Gavin sends the video to Bruce after, for safekeeping and for posterity. Professional.
Bruce feels terribly uneasy when they’re done. He chalks it up mostly to the alcohol (he tries not to think about the fact that he had one beer while eating) and shuts his mouth, takes Michael and Geoff and Gavin back to their hotel.
As Bruce rolls down his window and says goodbye to Michael, Geoff claps a hand on his shoulder from the passenger seat. Bruce almost jumps out of his skin and he looks over to see Geoff glancing up at him, eyes half lidded and sly smile in place. Geoff has the car door open and is hanging both feet outside. He licks his lips and says, “We’ll talk.”
Bruce nods and says, “Good night.”
Geoff leaves and Bruce watches the three of them make their way into the hotel lobby. Bruce drives home and avoids thinking of the topic ardently.
When he gets inside his and Matt’s apartment, Matt is shuffling out of the kitchen with a soup bowl in his hands. Bruce nods at him and proceeds to avoid him for the rest of the night.
The next morning, the only thing that has been agreed on is that there is, in fact, a bet for Matt Peake’s affections and it involves Sean having to win them over. So the morning when Achievement Hunter leaves, the only unbagged cat is Sean’s feelings and the only ones out of the loop are Joel, Lawrence, and Matt. And there’s no way in hell anyone is telling Matt, if only because of the moral dilemma involved, so that leaves two uninformed.
That morning, James comes into the office kitchen to wash out his protein shaker and Lawrence walks in behind him to fill his coffee cup. And in meeting each other there, James connects last night to Lawrence not being at the restaurant and so he speaks, starts with “Y’know how we went out with Geoff and the other guys last night? Well, things escalated….”
James starts with drunk Spoole and Lawrence pours his coffee. James puts his hands up and gestures, continues the story with a declaration of love. Lawrence pauses in his movements, chuckles and shakes his head James recounts how Gavin had started the bet but how Spoole had actually accepted to going through with the bet! Lawrence leans against the kitchen counter stirring his cooling coffee, watching the steam rise and dissipate from the cup.
When James ends the story with a grin on his face, Lawrence looks up, meets his eyes. James says, “Oh, man, just…” He gestures with his hands. “Spoole has a crush on Matt. Can you believe it?”
Lawrence shrugs, smiles vaguely, says, “I mean, who in this office wouldn’t believe it? Have you seen the two of them together?”
Lawrence takes a sip of his coffee while James says, “I know right? But the fact that he admitted to it and agreed to a bet—”
Lawrence pulls away from his coffee, steps on the rest of James’ sentence with a level voice, “And who in this office doesn’t have a crush on Matt Peake?”
James’ smile drops slowly. Lawrence takes another sip of his coffee. It takes a moment of processing before the realization hits and an even bigger smile takes its place on James’ face. James asks, “Wait, are you saying—?”
“I’m not saying anything,” Lawrence shrugs, only glancing at James, not meeting his eyes, his vague smile becoming… nervous? “I am simply stating a fact.”
Adam walks in then, empty thermos in hand, and he catches the end of Lawrence’s sentence. He walks to the fridge, speaking in a calm, amused voice, “Is Lawrence stating facts again?”
Adam shoulders James out of the way of the fridge gently, contrasting to James’ barely contained giddiness. James moves as Adam pushes him, though, grin still intact, almost manic.
As Adam opens the fridge and moves things around, James trades a look with Lawrence. Lawrence simply shrugs. With something akin to a go ahead, James speaks as if bursting at the seams. “Lawrence is stating his crush on Matt Peake as a fact.”
Adam takes a step back, almost drops the jug of water he’s fished out of the fridge. “What?”
Lawrence shrugs again. “No, all I was stating is that crushes on Matt Peake are not a rare occurrence here.”
James alternates his gaze between Lawrence and Adam, waiting for the punchline. Lawrence brings his mug back to his mouth, smiling slyly. When Lawrence speaks again, lips barely moving, the room is dead silent. “Remember when you told me about yours, Adam?”
This time, Adam does drop the jug of water. James finds that he enjoys the punchline very much.
It doesn't take long for James to spring into action, bouncing back to the office and (not very) subtly calling Bruce into the kitchen to explain what has transpired there.
The jug of water is still on the floor when Bruce gets there. Adam has dropped to his knees, hands outstretched and tracing over where the mess is as if pure wishing would clean the mess up.
Lawrence has his back to the door while he refills his coffee. Bruce gets out “What is—” before James barrels through the sentence, grin a seemingly permanent fixture on his face.
“I thought you would like to know that Lawrence and Adam both have crushes on Matt.”
Bruce goes through a variety of facial expressions before he settles on his best bewildered face. “Wha’?”
Lawrence turns to face the door, to face Bruce, and he raises an eyebrow, “I’m only a little disappointed that you haven’t noticed.”
“What?”
Bruce can tell when Lawrence contains the rolling of his eyes.
“Are you guys—” Bruce squints, inclines his head towards Adam and Lawrence. “Is this a prank?”
Lawrence rolls his eyes anyway. “Yes, Bruce. You caught us. Our ongoing year long crush on Peake is all for this payoff. Adam kneeling catatonic over spilled water and your dumb confused face.”
Bruce says, very softly but with a lot of feeling, “What the fuck?”
James lets out an explosive “Ha!” before walking towards Lawrence and asking, “A year? Really?”
Lawrence gestures to Adam vaguely, “Well, at least in Adam’s case.”
These words seem to click in Adam’s brain; he moves oh-so-slightly, his torso straightening and facing Lawrence and James with a pained expression. He mimics Bruce then, saying very softly but with a lot of feeling, “What the fuck?”
James lets out another loud “Ha!” and bounds away, out of the room, leaving Adam, Lawrence, and Bruce standing (one kneeling) in a lopsided, shocked triangle.
Bruce hears James call out for Joel, stating that “We need some help over here in the kitchen. Adam spilled something.” Which, Bruce notices, are two correct yet unrelated statements.
When Joel comes into the room, rolling up his shirtsleeves, he tsk’s at the mess on the floor. “I can’t leave any of you alone for more than thirty seconds, can I?”
James’ voice is stale and serious as he says, “We have something to tell you, Joel.”
Joel’s eyes turn wary. “What is this? Is this an intervention?”
James nods soberly, keeping up the charade. “Worse. It’s a ‘crush on Matt Peake’ support group.”
Joel blinks, his stance loosening. His face adopts a raised eyebrow, a cynical, tired look. “Good. I need one.”
At this point, Bruce doesn’t have it in him to be surprised anymore.
Lawrence nods sympathetically (and even the action looks sarcastic). He pats the counter next to his hip. “C’mere Joel. Let’s talk about crushes.”
Joel goes.
James decides to call in Elyse and Sean, and it’s only then, when he leaves, that Adam takes it upon himself to clean up the watery mess he’s made. He grabs the empty container and disposes of it, gets help from Lawrence standing up and takes the mop Bruce offers him. When James comes back, Elyse and Sean in tow, Bruce asks James, “Where’s Matt?”
James scoffs, “He’s working, as always. What do you expect from him? He didn’t even look up when I called these two in.”
Sean looks wary as he takes a spot beside Lawrence, and Elyse asks, “Is this like an Are You Afraid Of The Dark meeting? Because I have a wicked story about my last gynecologist visit.”
Bruce huffs a laugh while Joel swallows one down. Joel says, “Elyse, this is serious.” It’s a half-joking tone, but it sobers Elyse up.
Bruce sobers, too, crosses his arms in front of his chest. This is a meeting, of a sort. And he guesses he should take the helm. Try and make some sense of this. “Alright, so… apparently, Spoole is not the only one in this office with a crush on... “ He hesitates to say Matt’s name with him so close by. His eyes look to the half-open door, half expecting Matt to poke his head in and catch them all red-handed.
James beside Bruce sees the hesitance, raises his eyebrows, and provides, “The Mountain Man?”
Bruce furrows his brow but rolls with it, for lack of a better term, “The Mountain Man. Spoole is not the only one.”
Sean slumps in on himself, whines loudly, “What?” Bruce shushes him but Sean keeps talking, “Are you telling me that you too?”
Bruce’s eyes widen. “What?” He feels all eyes in the room land on him, feels as if the temperature has gone up tenfold. He opens his mouth but no other words come out.
“Bruce?” Elyse is the one who prompts him, moving to stand to James’ side. Bruce lets his eyes pass over her figure, and he sees the delight in her face, sees how her posture screams amusement. She elbows James in the ribs once Bruce doesn’t answer right away. Bruce’s mouth feels dry as he says, “Listen.”
That seems to be what they were all waiting for, the bastards. James snickers, and so does Elyse while Joel rolls his eyes and leans on Lawrence, who sighs while Sean groans, and Adam brings a hand to his chin.
“Listen!” Bruce says again, now addressing the room as a whole. “Everyone has a gay exception.”
James is giggling when he says, “And yours is Matt Peake.”
Bruce suppresses a groan, instead says, “Let’s just… Let’s get this straight.”
“I’m not!” Joel says instantly, and Lawrence laughs, offers him a high five which Joel takes him up on. Bruce’s mouth forms a hard line.
“Guys.” He calls out, waits for everyone’s attention before speaking again. “Can we… Are we saying that every single one of us has a crush on… the, uh, the Mountain Man?”
When Bruce tries to meet Adam’s eyes, Adam looks away. Joel beside Adam shrugs, and Lawrence beside Joel fixes his glasses but meets Bruce’s gaze. Spoole scratches the back of his neck, avoids James and Elyse and Bruce’s eyes.
James and Elyse exchange a look while Bruce scrubs at his face and says, “Oh jeez.”
They break the news to the Achievement Hunters over text. Bruce sends Geoff a message detailing how apparently everyone in the office (with the exception of James and Elyse, the married couple) has a crush on Matt Peake.
Gavin replies instead of Geoff, and what he sends is a two minute long video of Geoff rolling on the floor of the Achievement Hunter office, proclaiming “I’m gonna shit my pants!” In between his rounds of laughter. Behind the camera, Bruce can hear Gavin laughing, and the camera pans to Michael, too, three or four times, where he’s leaning against the wall of the office, red in the face and in hysterics. Bruce swears he can also hear Jack’s laugh in the background but he has no video proof of it.
Bruce waits five minutes in a Very Grumpy State before he gets a proper reply from Geoff.
So, it reads, Does that mean you want to up the ante?
Bruce doesn’t, not really, but the video has spurred him on, has awoken his competitive streak—
Bruce:
> What are you proposing?
Geoff:
> We include everyone else. Except James and Elyse.
Bruce:
> How would it work?
Geoff takes a moment to reply, probably working on logistics on his end.
Geoff:
> Person over here bets on someone to go out with peake. Person who gets a date plus person who bet on them get the money. Even split down the middle. One thing though: peake has to choose the person he goes out with. None of you can ask him out.
Bruce hesitates. This is not only about money and pride, this is also about Matt’s feelings.
Geoff:
> Whaddya say? A little bet to ramp up tensions in the office?
Bruce chews it over. Texts back, I’ll talk to everyone about it.
Geoff:
> You do that.
“Of fucking course I want to join the bet.” Joel says that afternoon when Bruce calls a second meeting in the kitchen. Bruce stands almost in the middle of the room, demanding attention. Joel sits on the counter next to Sean, leaning an arm on Sean’s shoulder. Adam stands next to them in front of the sink, Lawrence next to him in front of the fridge. Elyse and James stand side by side next to the door. Keeping watch, they say, but their faces speak of a Mystery Science Theatre-like fascination. They’ve just taken lunch (the most stressful lunch of Bruce’s life, if he thinks about it), and so he shows them the video. They stand there for a few minutes, cursing the Achievement Hunters out and just generally being sour at the mockery, which is when Bruce brings up, “They asked if we all wanted to join in on the bet. Can you believe that?”
And Joel answers.
So Bruce holds up his hands and says, “Now, hold on—”
“Are you sure this is smart?” Lawrence asks.
Joel scoffs and slings Lawrence a look. “I thought you would be all for this, Lawrence.” And as Lawrence opens his mouth, Joel continues, “For the record, it is incredibly smart. No matter what happens, we all win. Someone gets to go out with Matt and we take Geoff’s smug money! The only loser here is Sean,” Joel ends with a smirk.
“What, why?” Sean asks, voice pitched high.
Joel jostles his arm on Sean’s shoulder, “Because you get more competition.”
“I didn’t even want a competition in the first place!”
“We have a video of you saying otherwise, Spoole.” Bruce says, tired.
Sean’s noise of protest dies in his throat.
Lawrence starts saying something about the moral repercussions of this shit, weighing pros and cons and whatnot when the sound of a door in the corridor startles Bruce. There’s a spike of panic down his spine when he realizes that Matt could hear them possibly discussing this… this bet on his feelings. Like he’s some sort of prize to be won.
Casually as he can, James pokes his head into the hallway and looks both ways. Shrugs as he comes back in and leans on the wall. Says, “Some guys from the office next to us. As you were.”
Bruce nods, feeling the worry bubble up in his throat. Lawrence clears his throat, as if preparing to continue his monologue (Adam murmurs “Here we go again”) but Bruce—he’s fully aware that Joel is staring at him. Joel always fucking knows when something isn’t sitting right with Bruce; he knows him well.
And so Bruce clears his throat, too. Prepares his words while Joel shushes Lawrence, clearing the way. In the silence, Bruce speaks softly and sincerely, more so than he meant to sound.
He says, “I… I just don’t want him to get hurt, y’know? I don’t want him to think that we’re just using him.” And Joel’s face turns soft as he looks at Bruce. Bruce doesn’t meet his eyes.
Adam speaks then, breaking a soft silence, saying, “I don’t think it counts as using him when we all care about him.”
Bruce nods while Joel hops off the counter and approaches Bruce, lays a hand on his shoulder. He seeks out Bruce’s gaze now, making their eyes meet, Joel saying, “Hey, we’re all adults here. If this bet gets too out of control, we’ll call it off and tell Peake everything. Does that sound good?”
Bruce thinks for a second, but ultimately nods again, saying, “Yeah, that sounds reasonable.” He looks away from Joel and addresses the room as a whole, “Is everyone okay with being in on the bet for Peake’s”—he winces at the slip, corrects himself—“for the Mountain Man’s feelings? Speak up now if you aren’t, we won’t judge you.”
No one speaks up (though Bruce almost does). Everyone shoots each other looks, instead, everyone shifts from one foot to the other. Only Lawrence speaks in the middle of fidgeting, asking, “What are the stipulations?”
Bruce tries not to let the nervousness of the room get to him, says, “They haven’t told me much, but Pea—the Mountain Man—has to be the one to ask you out. And the money goes to whoever wins the bet plus whoever bet on them.”
Lawrence and Joel scoff, perfect mirrors of each other. “Typical texans,” Lawrence says, while Joel shakes his head.
As a way of closing the quote-unquote meeting, Bruce asks, “Okay, so is that everything?”
Raising her hand and shaking it over her head so as to get Bruce’s attention, Elyse bursts out with, “Oh! Can James and I be the referees?”
Bruce sighs, stomach doing flips at the prospect of a real live bet, and turns to her. Her smile is bright and gleaming, which is definitely a deciding factor in Bruce replying, “Elyse, I don’t think we need referees.”
“Sure you do! We can—”
There’s another noise in the hallway, and this time, everyone jumps.
With everyone on edge, Adam asks, “Hey, are you sure he's not...?”
Rolling her eyes, Elyse says, “This sounds like a referee’s job.” Bruce sets his mouth into a hard line while she exits the kitchen, walks down the hallway, and comes back, shaking her head. “Door to the office was closed. We’re good. Do we have the job?”
Bruce stares, disgruntled, raises an eyebrow (all mostly for show).
James stage whispers, “I think that means yes.”
Elyse’s eyes shine and she moves her gaze to James. She pushes him on the arm and says proudly, “I got us the job, babe!”
James woops and leans over to kiss her head while Bruce sighs. “I guess I’ll go tell Geoff.” He says, officially ending the unofficial meeting.
When they get back into the office, Matt's still sitting at his desk, his brow is furrowed, as if in deep concentration. He doesn’t look up at the very conspicuous procession of people coming back into the office, so Bruce thinks they're good. Bruce has to actively stop himself from staring, though.
Yeah, so… Bruce never actually planned to have his crush aired. He just kinda hoped that it would play itself out, y’know? That it would run its course. He tries to ignore the fact that the crush had only properly settled in his mind when Matt moved in and that he wasn’t planning on asking him to move out anytime soon. As he sits down on his chair, Bruce tries very hard to ignore the fact that nagging crush, the want at the back of his brain, is not going away anytime soon.
He pulls up Geoff’s name on his phone and shoots him a short text.
Bruce:
> We’re all in. How is this going to work?
> Geoff is typing…