“I’m sorry. I know I just keep putting more on your plate.” She apologized. “Don’t do that. Stop acting like you’re hard to deal with ‘cause you’re not. It’s my job to make sure you’re good.” “That seems like your job for everyone. You need peace, too, and I was really trying to be that for you.” “You don’t have to do shit but be you, and I’m straight. I just need to know you got me,” he expressed, forcing her head back onto his chest. “I got you. You got me?” “Fa sho’. You know it’s forever up about you, Whoop.”
