“I would like to do these things on your list with you. I would love it, actually. But only if you want to. Do you want to try one with me?” His voice is soft. I feel a little bit like crying. “Now?” He shrugs with a weak smile. “Yeah. Why not? If I’m the one you want to do these things with, then the only thing that’ll stop us is you, because we’re in this together. But you’re in control of our direction, Ro.” His words are lovely, gentle. But something about it is wrong. I feel it like a pinch to my arm. “What about you?” “Me? What about me?” He’s still smiling—dopey-eyed and boyishly
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