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The honest answer was that Ryan couldn’t quite recall what happiness felt like, but that would be an awkward thing to admit, so instead he just said, “Sure.”
Wyatt’s tone was cheerful. Definitely not a man who was worried about dying today.
“I’m a, whatchacallit, an ally!” Wyatt said,
talk valentina!
He paid by tapping his bank card because he loved the tap feature. He loved anything that ended a transaction faster.
Thank god for books.
I like men who sort of look at what men are supposed to be and say ‘fuck you.’ I like men who have the confidence to be themselves, even if it means a lot of people are gonna look at them funny.”
I’d rather struggle to do what I love than devote myself to something I hate.”
It’s okay to use your talent to create happiness rather than wealth. It’s okay to not use your talent at all! Fuck anyone who says otherwise.”
“Maybe this isn’t obvious,” Ryan said after swallowing, “but I’m a fucking mess.” Fabian rolled his eyes. “God, who isn’t?”
“I’ll be going alone. And leaving as soon as possible.” “That’s the spirit!”
He wished he could just wear a sign that said I’m sorry. I am terrible at socializing. Please don’t take it personally.
“We are not a good match.” “Not at all. Want to make out?” “Yeah.
“Actual brand-name Folgers? Not the knockoff generic stuff? Okay, moneybags.”
They’d never understand. This wasn’t for them to understand. This had nothing to do with them, and Ryan couldn’t be happier about it.
“Stick with me,” Fabian murmured sleepily, “and you’ll be bewitched, bothered, and bewildered.”
“You’re like knights. You fight on behalf of your king’s honor.” “I guess. Except my king at the moment is a fucking asshole.” “Kings usually are.”
“You gonna bring him flowers?” Wyatt asked. “Do guys do that?” Ryan hadn’t thought about it. Should he bring flowers? “We can do that,” he said. “Men can like flowers.”
Why don’t men ever get flowers?” “Because the world is stupid.”
“I’m a hockey player. Nothing is my choice.”
“You are gay, yes?” Ryan snorted, surprised by another subject change. “Yes.” “Good.
