He sniffs against my shoulder. “I love you, too, Tremblay. Goddammit, I’m crying now. The last time I cried was at my dad’s funeral. I hate you.” “Don’t worry, Patty’s sobbing by the campfire.” “Look at us.” Cruz thumps his chest, pulling back. “Men being men.” I lower my voice, making it overly deep. “We’re the manliest of men.” “The definition of masculinity.” He hugs me again as his laughter fades. “I’m really gonna miss you, Tremblay. It won’t be the same without you.”
