With a groan he thumbs the button, dropping it to his ear.
“Dude! Jules has a green dress!”
Gus frowns, blinks.
“It's this lovely, velvet thing that I am terribly jealous of!”
“You're jealous of a dress?”
“If you'd seen this dress you'd understand.”
If you call your best friend at two am to confess being jealous of a dress, though, you deserve everything you get.
“You're green with envy of a green dress?”
“You did not just go there.”