“Tell me that you know,” said Will, “what I am, what I—” “I know,” said James. “Tell me you don’t care,” said Will. “I don’t care,” said James. Will went hot, a shiver right to the core of him. He met James’s eyes with the jolt of a connection locking in place. “Tell me again.” He needed to hear it. “I don’t care.” Another shiver, this one deeper.
