He looks like he’s at a loss. When he scratches the back of his neck, I realize that I’m also making him self-conscious. I quickly leap to my feet and grab hold of his biceps. “Sorry. I’m screwing this up. I know, I’m an idiot. It’s just, I knew you’d be big, because duh, you turn into a freaking gigantic bull, but you’re not just big. You’re, like, too big. Way too big for me. And I’m not just saying that to make you feel better.
