“Get some sleep. And stop acting like a red dye–guzzling child. That’s not easy.” He turns to leave, not even annoyed enough to be angry. As dismissive of me as he’s always been. And that’s when I decide that if he’s going to play this game, I’m going to give him difficult. “It was Avery, wasn’t it?” He freezes, facing away from me. “What?” “She was the reason you stopped talking to me.”
Oof...
