[Oscar may have been a tad more brown and his eyes more hazel than green, but they were both short with a messy mop of hair and a tendency to wear colors along the same region of the color wheel. The mix up was easy-- he totally would understand it, too, once he realized who their mutual friend was.]

You're okay. We're okay. [He repeated, keeping his tone as level and even as he could manage amid the chaos of the party.]

Let's just go get some soda and snacks.

Do you like mac and cheese? I brought a big pan over after hearing how Paul mistreats the rice. It seemed like a good idea.