“Just a piece of advice,” Knox says. “Yeah?” “Don’t fall in love with her.” I laugh, tossing him the apple. “That will never happen.” He catches the fruit above his head. “Good, because it’ll never be reciprocated. T doesn’t know how to feel.” He says it with an edge of sadness, like it’s bothered him for a long time and he doesn’t want others to be caught in the same position.
