“Can I tell you something,” said Julian after a pause, “that I’m all but certain you won’t believe?” “Try me.” It was a peace offering, tentatively teasing. The barest pause. “I never lie to you, but sometimes I wish I could.” He sounded surprised, even frightened. “You never let me pretend the truth is all right when it isn’t.” “You’re right, I don’t believe you.” He was trying to joke, but Julian didn’t laugh. “I know,” he said. “You never do.”
