“Jesus, Jarrow.” “What?” “Just…” She hit the Pause button. “You actually listen when I talk to you. And think about responses and say things that are pointful, and … it’s weird, that’s all.” “Jesus, Dev.” “What?” “You’ve a low bar for friendship, that’s all.” “If it’s such a low bar, then how come most people can’t meet it?” She sounded bitter, even to herself.
