“Hey,” I said as I got out. “You’re a good person. A nice guy. You deserve to be loved for who you are.” It was sappy as fuck, and I’m not sure what possessed me to say it, but Josh’s face sort of crumpled in on itself a little bit before he managed to smooth it back out. “Thanks,” he said raspily.
Poor Josh. But also, I feel like he’s for Wilder
