“We’ll figure it out. We’re gonna be fine.” “How do you know that?” “Because it’s you and me.” I blink at him, gaping. “Why do you say that like it’s… like that’s an answer?” “Because it is an answer.” I bat his hands away. “Don’t change the subject.” “I’d forgotten how prickly you get when I say sweet things.” I scowl. “You’re not allowed to say sweet things.”
