“Tell me you love it, because I know you do.” He lets out a heavy sigh and then says, “I fucking love it.” “Ooo, I knew you would.” Now calling out so Lara can hear me, I say, “He loves it, Lara, he’s just trying to act all tough.” He pinches his brow with one hand and asks, “Why are you like this?” “You love that I’m like this, admit it.”
