“This whole wanting to die bullshit,” Zee went on. “It’s so fucked up.” “How do you mean?” Cyrus asked. “I mean what I said. This ‘poor little orphan boy with nothing tethering him to this world’ shit.” Zee looked sharply at Cyrus. “You know I have your cum on my chest, right? Like, right now this second? While you opine about how nobody will care if you kill yourself?”
