“Doesn’t matter. I’m sincerely fucking sorry, and I hate you being mad at me while you’re clearly falling hard for Vance.” “You all pretend to be okay with sharing, and yet you make each interaction a competition. It’s very stressful,” she says as though she’s educating me. “If I really have to choose just one, then—” “Whoa,” I cut in, waving my hand in front of her face and causing her to blink over at me. “No one is putting you to the test of choosing, especially when I’m in trouble without knowing why,” I quickly clarify.
