“Thank you for being here. For being there for me at the game on Sunday. For…” I trail off, the words difficult to find. “Thank you for pausing the feud so you could be on my side.” “Ah.” He pushes his glasses up his nose. “We never paused the feud. Competition or not, I meant every word.” “You did?” I ask, and my heart thumps in my chest like a metronome. “You never take up too much space, Ave. Not with me,” he says. “I think I’d like you to take up more of it.”
