“You still have me, Joe. I don’t blame you, okay? I don’t.” “I’m him.” “No, you’re not.” “Yeah, I am.” He shrugged. “You said it yourself.” “That was my hurt talking,” I choked out. “I didn’t mean it.” “It was your brain talking,” he corrected. “It was your truth.” “Joey, come on.” “I can’t.” I watched as another shiver rolled through him. “I can’t do this right now, Aoife.”
