“I want to hug you really hard,” she says, blinking away tears. “But I feel like I shouldn’t be squeezing the crap out of you if you’re not feeling so good.” “Probably not. Unless you want to risk squeezing the actual crap out of me.” There’s a long pause. Then the first burst of Willa’s laughter, bright and loud. “Oh my God. I’m the worst.” “Laugh it up, asshole! Actually, my asshole is the asshole.” “Rooney!” she shrieks, laughing harder.
