you in this mood today?” I ask. “Nothing.” He puts the back of his forearm over his eyes. “Tris.” I pull his arm off his face. His eyes hold mine. “Look at you getting all needy.” “I am not getting all needy,” he snaps, insulted. “What’s this, then?” “This is . . .” He frowns as he tries to articulate himself. “I’m not fucking needy, Claire. I’ve never been needy in my entire life.”
