“I’m serious. Crying doesn’t make you weak, Bri, and even if it did, there’s nothing wrong with that. Admitting that you’re weak is one of the strongest things you can do.” I turn and look up at him. “That sounds like something Yoda would say.” “Nah. Yoda would say, ‘Weak, strength is admitting you are.’” He kisses my cheek with a loud, sloppy “Muah!” I quickly wipe the spot. I know I felt some of his spit. “Ill! Getting your germs all on me.”
