“Why haven’t you brought it up? You know, when we’re sober?” “I don’t know, Zach. Probably because I figured you’d say no. I know what you want. Love, passion, magic. I don’t blame you for holding out for it. Why would you choose me?” Maybe because I’m painfully in love with you? “As far as relationships go, platonically, we’re killing it. We get each other, and that feels really good.”
