“Why’d you come back?” I say—softly, just in case Mordelia is lurking around. “I can leave if I’m not welcome.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I thought you’d be happy that I came back.” I step closer to him, and my voice drops to a menace. “Why? So we can tumble around and kiss and pretend to be happy boyfriends?” He shakes his head, like he’s at his limit, then rolls his eyes mightily. “Yeah … I guess so. Yes. Let’s do that, okay?”
