North looks down at his shoes. “I mean, I get that I was stupid not taking the EpiPen out, so, I guess I'm not that mad about that. But I just want to know, why do you care so much?” His voice turns hopeful at the end. Ok. that was a direct question. Time for me to speak. My throat works. Say something. My voice croaks on the words. “Because I…care about…your wellbeing.”
