“Just…people,” I say with a shrug. “We have so many systems running at the same time under the surface. There’s a lot we’re feeling and thinking and going through, but when you look at a stranger moving throughout their day, you don’t see that. You’re not thinking about their life. You’re thinking about them in relation to you. It’s good, I think, to remember we’re all real under the surface. And the way we treat each other matters.” Joey holds my gaze for the longest moment, never breaking stride. “Shit, bub,” he finally says,
