“Talk to me. What’s making you so upset?” “It’s not important,” she whispers, breaking my goddamn heart. “It is if it’s making you cry,” I reassure her. “And if it’s making you cry, I want to know about it so we can fix it. And if it can’t be fixed, I could always break someone’s arm or leg.” “James!” she hisses and slaps my arm away. I chuckle, caught off guard, and that earns me a smile. Worth it.
