Surprisingly, his pitiful attempt at sounding comforting made me feel a little better. “That’s very kind of you. Thanks.” I dropped my hand from the door, embarrassed by my near meltdown. “I take back most of the mean things I thought about you while you were dragging me here.” Not all of them, but the especially nasty ones like how I wished he’d lose all his taste buds so he could never enjoy good buttercream icing again. I wouldn’t usually wish that on my worst enemy.
