It took me a minute. Oh. “Did you want to... Wyatt, if you want to dance, or if you want to head out, or if you want to meet— Look, I'm fine. I'm great. If you want to dance, or whatever, go right ahead. Don’t let me hold you back.” “Nah.” He slumped into his chair, long-limbed and relaxed. He bounced his knee against my thigh. “If you’re good, I’m good.”
