“Why do you have to be like this with me?” I steel myself. I can do this. “Like what?” “Like, one minute we’re having a great time, and then the next,” he shakes his head, “you’re a different person. And you're fucking vicious. I get that you’ve got that dark broody thing going on, and I dig it, but there's a difference between stoic bad boy and a goddam walking red flag. It’s like you try to be as hurtful as possible.” He makes a hot noise of frustration and for a panicked moment I think he's going to cry. “How the fuck am I meant to read all these different signals Malcolm? You’re all over
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