“With all due respect, this is different.” “How?” “I’m going to marry Bex one day,” I say. “This is my present, but she’s my future. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Maybe it’s wrong, but I’m going to defend her. I couldn’t just give the ball to him.” He sighs. “And what good did that do? We lost.” “Even if I did throw it right, there’s no guarantee he would catch it.” “No, but he deserved the opportunity to try. Even if you’d have hated it, he deserved that.” “And I disagree.”
