“It’s not who he is, it’s just what he does to stay alive,” I grumbled, staring at the controller. “Once you get to know him, he’s—” “What? A completely different person? A big old teddy bear?” Frankie snorted. “No, he’s still an asshole,” I snapped, but a smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. “But he’s my asshole. He’s actually funny. He cares, in his intense, overprotective way. And he understands people a lot more than I originally gave him credit for, even if he thinks feelings are all bullshit.”
