“I’m such a fuck up,” I said with a heavy sigh. “You’re not a fuck up,” Seth growled. “You’re the most thoughtful, generous, amazing fucker I know.” I snorted dismissively. “Maybe you look at me through rose tinted glasses.” “I don’t,” he snapped. “When I look at you, I promise you I see it all. The good and the bad, the light and the dark. And you’re still the best person I know.”
