“I’m sorry for the crappy good morning,” he says, hugging me lightly. “Lots of crap on my mind today. None of it about you. You’re the good thing, Jordan. You’re like the one good thing. I’m sorry I did you like that.” I exhale, hug him tight and hold him close, stroke his beautiful black hair. “It’s okay,” I whisper into his ear. “Totally get that. I’m cool. We’re cool.” “Thanks,” he says into my shoulder. “I’ll try not to shut you out when I get all whatever.” “Okay,” I say. “Not a problem.” “Thanks.”
