“Why are you hurting me like this?” “Sorry.” I tried not to stare as we walked under a streetlight, but I realized as I looked at him that his face was always fun. He almost never looked pissed or like an asshole, and I couldn’t imagine him being legitimately angry. “I guess I’m projecting.” He glanced over at me and gave me a closed-mouth pity-frown. “How is the honker feeling?” “It doesn’t really hurt now. Except when I touch it.” “So don’t touch it.” “Really?” He shrugged and put his hands in his jacket pockets. “Seems logical.”
