“Why were you so hesitant about meeting my friends?” he asks. “I don’t know.” His eyes flick up to me. “Don’t lie to me. Tell me why.” Okay, him understanding me enough to know when I’m lying is quite annoying. “I don’t really have many friends.” He pins me with a look, silently asking me to elaborate. “I’m on the move so much that my relationships are always temporary. It’s easier to go into each new city with that expectation already in place. It hurts less to leave that way.” “But tonight, those were my friends. Why was that difficult for you?” I shake my head.
