“The only reason I was able to admit it is because you’re so easy to talk to. It feels like you . . .” He inhales sharply. “Like you pay attention.” My body is rigid with tension, collecting in my temples. I could be imagining it but I think his muscles have tightened, as well. I am burning alive. “I don’t know what I’m saying,” he mumbles. Before he’s finished with his sentence, I jump in: “You’re right. I see you.” “Oh.” His voice is light as a feather. Winded. “Good.”
