Tristan continued pulling at his hair, rocking back and forth on his heels like a nervous kid. "Back at the convention, I was just trying to tell you that I hope we could try to be friends?" I wanted to give him the finger. But I also wanted to hug him and tell him I'd take whatever he was willing to give me, like a fool. But fuck. Shit. "Yeah," I told him with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.
