“We don’t have to or anything,” he says. “But for the record, if you asked me, I’d say yes.” “If you asked me, I’d say yes, too. For the record.” That hangs between us. “That settles it, then,” he says, grinning. “We both want it, so one of us just needs to ask the other.” “Yeah. Do you want it to be me, or do you want to do it?”

