“Right. And in terms of you and me…maybe it isn’t such a big change.” “What do you mean?” “I mean…I can’t say how long I’ve been feeling exactly like this. But I’ve been wanting to crawl inside your sweatshirts for a while now.” I shift a little bit closer to him and play with the pushed-up fabric at the bend of his elbow. “And you’ve been feeding me and washing my hair and herding me around town.”
