“Jack.” His eyes redden, almost glass with emotion and frustration that I’m causing. He tries to reach around me to the doorknob. I sidestep and block him, and Oscar stops and shakes his head, looking as torn up as I feel. “Jack. Did you hear what I said? I can’t do this anymor—” “Stop!” My two hands are on my head. “I can’t stop!” His voice is anguished. “I need out!” “I like you!” I yell from my gut, from my heart. “I like you, Oscar!”
