Oliver throws him an incredulous glance. “Let’s face it, bro, it’s not as if there was any chance you didn’t like her. Like, you can barely stand up when you’re in her presence. You look at her like you’re seeing the moon for the first time or some shit. It’s kind of disgustingly obvious.” “Thanks for that,” Cyrus says, but despite the self-consciousness creeping into his voice, he doesn’t deny any of it. “Anytime, bro.” I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling too wide.
