I was the one who needed him, especially in those early days. Whenever I got too quiet, too deep inside my head, Sandro would pull me out. Crack a bad joke. Make a comment about a shitty driver. Babble on about a viral video he'd seen. It annoyed me back then. Like, why the hell couldn’t he just let me think in peace? But now I see what he was doing. He could tell I was having a rough go at it, and instead of leaving me to my own devices, he cared enough to try to give me a hand.”
