“I…I get weird and I move and you’ll get annoyed and things will get weird. Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.” “Can I be the judge of that?” His face dims like he already knows that I’m going to say no. I want to say that but maybe being held by him won’t be the worst thing in the world. It doesn’t have to mean anything. “Okay.” “Yeah?” he asks, voice bordering on zealous.
