“But I do,” he said, and there was something lurking in his voice now, something more than bitterness or even jealousy, something young and pained and almost scared. “I do, Ayla, gods, how do you not—” He broke off, letting out a shaky breath. “Benjy—” “I know what it’s like,” he said over her. “Loving someone who’s . . . who’s impossible to have. I know what that’s like more than anything.”
Oh benjy 😭
