I swallow back the immediate insistence I want to make, that this is fine. No worries, I’m just glad you’re here. She could’ve showed up in a shirt that said STOP TRYING, HOTSHOT. I’M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND, and I’d still be as happy to see her. Because I crave Sadie like an addiction. “You’re here now,” is the best I can do, because I don’t want to waste any of the time I have with her on anything but comfort. She makes me feel warm and solid, whole again.
