“Aww, man.” Toby’s tone was strangely exasperated. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means I fucking love you.” “Thank you.” He snorted. “That’s slightly better than ‘all right’ . . . so improving steadily.” “Well, what do you expect me to say?” “‘I love you too, Toby’ is kinda traditional. Would be nice.” “You can’t nag someone into falling in love with you.” He gave a sad little smile. “Yeah, I noticed.”
