“That still doesn’t explain why you would come here.” “Because I just…” He huffs out a breath, frowning as he looks away from me. “I don’t know, okay? I just know I want to text you every fucking day, and I don’t, because you don’t want me to, and I just…fuck. How stupid is it that I miss you busting my balls as often as you possibly can?” I blink, trying to process this, and then my nose wrinkles. “I don’t do that.” “That’s the part you’re focusing on?” “I don’t know what to make of the rest of it. None of what you just said makes any fucking sense.”
