"Talk to me. What do you want?" Nathaniel swallowed hard against an unexpected lump in his throat. His words came out so jagged they all had to go quiet to understand him. "I want—I know I shouldn't stay, but I can't—I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose any of you. I don't want to be Nathaniel anymore. I want to be Neil for as long as I can." "Good," Wymack said. "I'd have a hell of a time fitting 'Wesninski' on a jersey."
