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Gus: What is she even doing in this message thread. *Teddy Andersen has removed Gus Ryder from the chat* *Emmy Ryder has added Gus Ryder to the chat* Emmy: Wes? You good? Emmy: Paging Weston. Hello? Gus: I’m sure he’s fine. Wes, tell our baby sister your fine. Teddy: *you’re* Gus: WHY ARE YOU IN HERE
“You say you’re not nice, or warm, or bright, or any of these other stupid fucking words that people use to describe the sun, but I never asked you to be the sun.” I rolled my eyes, trying to move them in a way that would stop the tears from falling. “I would rather have the moon anyway.” I scoffed at him then. Acting like he was being ridiculous was my only defense mechanism. “I’m the moon?” I asked sarcastically. “You’re the moon,” he said. “And I’m the tides. You pull me in without even trying, and I come to you willingly. I always will.”
He often carried the things that were too heavy for others by himself.
“He has a thing for beautiful women,” Wes said, still smiling. I remembered he’d said that the night we met, so I responded the same way I did then: “Has that line ever worked for you?” “You came back, didn’t you?”

