“You do this thing, Jack, where you try to make everyone feel good. I don’t need that kind of emotional baby blanket.” His eyes touch mine. A beat passing between us. His brows rise. “I’m good.” “Good,” I say, my chest tightening. He nods. “Good.” The air deadens. I can’t take it. “Oscar, I’m just trying to make this less awkward.” “That’s not going to be possible.”
