“That bothers you?” He’s gentled his grip on my chin, but he hasn’t let go. I shrug. I hadn’t intended to complain. I was only being argumentative. “I guess not. I don’t care what you do.” “You wanted to talk about something?” “No.” His eyes narrow like they do when we’re playing a game, and he’s trying to figure out the method to my madness. “You want me to talk to you?” He’s not dropping it, and I don’t know what to say.
