“Fuck everyone who thinks you wrote something gross or obscene. Fuck the fans who want me and Tom to stop being your friends.” Hot tears invade his eyes, like those last comments have punctured raw pieces of him. I haven’t dived too deep or long into the internet this week, and I’m starting to guess he has. Tom crosses his arms over his chest. He looks to me. “We’ll always be your friend, Luna.” I know.
