“You didn’t have to do that.” “I know.” “You risked too much.” “You’re worth it.” Shifting in his seat, he inched forward, his grip on my hand tensing. “No one’s ever stood up for you like that before, have they? No one’s ever fought. And that’s bullshit. You deserve to have someone in your corner, fighting like hell for you. For your honor, your worth. I want to be that person.” He stared at me with an intensity that etched lines across his entire face. “I’ll be that guy…even if that’s all I’ll ever be.”
