“You’re not a loser, Toby. You’re just lost. And it’s okay to be lost.” I try to laugh, but it comes out shaky and weird. “It doesn’t feel okay. Feels fucking awful.” He reaches for me, his hand closing over mine where I’m still holding his key. “Then we’ll be lost together, and we’ll figure it out together. Whatever that means. Whatever it takes. I’m with you, and I’ll be with you for as long as you want me.”
