“You’re not mad?” “How could I be mad?” she asks. “I am speechless. Halsey . . . you have no idea how complimented I feel right now. To think that you’ve had feelings for me for so long . . . that you pursued me so decisively. I don’t think anyone has ever treated me with so much devotion and respect. I’m in awe. If I’m mad about that, then something is wrong with me. I’m just sorry you had to suffer through bad advice.” “Trust me . . . so am I.”
