“Fuck, this conversation is making me sad. Put a movie on or something before I get depressed and build a fort.” “A fort?” I raise a brow. He laughs. “When I was a kid, any time I got sad or in trouble I made a fort. I don’t know why.” I give him a look. “Are we too old to build a fort?” He snorts. “You’re never too old to build a fort.”
