“By the way,” Tuck continues, his tone suddenly a register lower. More serious. “I’m sorry. If I overstepped my bounds. About your car.” There’s a beat of silence while his apology sinks in, before he continues, “But I’m not sorry that it helped you. I heard you went to that second round of auditions. I bet you fucking killed it.” He grins, genuine pride beaming from his smile. “And I don’t care if you’re still mad at me, I’m coming to watch your opening night in Burlington, because I know you’ll be on that stage.”
