“We just won’t work.” “I know you have trust issues. You don’t tell me about your home life, but I know it’s messy. And I get that this,” he turns back toward me and sweeps his hand in the vague direction of my bedroom, “has probably made it messier. Your mom has let you down, and maybe some other people have too. But I won’t.” “I’ll let you down, Alex. You have enough on your plate without adding me to it too.”
