“You okay?” Freddy asks us both, eyes flickering between Oliver and myself. I nod quickly, letting his eyes settle on the fearsome twelve-year-old with his shoulder angled in front of me, protective as always. “Oliver?” he asks again, stepping a little closer. “Are you okay?” “Fine,” the kid mutters. “Do you want to talk about it?” His brow only furrows further, looking so much like the angry roommate I adore so much that my heart aches. “None of your business.” “Okay.” Freddy nods before ducking down to get closer to Oliver’s level.
