“I need to not be near you right now, okay?” “Aoife.” “Because every time I look at you, all I can see is—” “Him,” he deadpanned, immediately releasing his hold on me. “Got it.” Nodding stiffly, he backed up to the gate, looking more crushed and broken than I’d ever seen him. “I hear ya, Molloy.”
I hate Aoife bro (love her but…damn) -- the worst thing you could say to him…
