“Do you know how often you do that?” “Do what?” I ask. “Act like my opinion doesn’t matter to you,” he says. My jaw drops. “Of course it matters.” “Everything I say,” he replies, “it’s like, Oh, of course you’d say that, Miles, you’re just nice. Or, You don’t get it, because you’re you, or, my new favorite, You’re just like my asshole dad.” “That’s not what I meant,” I say. “At all.” “You said no one wants you around,” he replies. “What about me?”
