“I’m sorry,” I whisper. He doesn’t reply right away, so I keep going. “El, I’m sorry. I know things have been…weird, but it’s not your fault, okay? I’m just… I guess I’ve just been going through some stuff.” “What can I do?” he asks slowly. God. God. “Nothing,” I tell him, voice hoarse. “Just…keep being you. That helps.” “I can do that,” he says, and I huff a small laugh.
