“Yeah,” I say slowly. “I think we need to talk.” He nods a couple times before finally meeting my gaze. An impassive look is plastered on his face, completely unreadable. My stomach rolls at the sight of it. Part of me thinks he might even tell me no or to fuck off. I don’t think I’d blame him if he did. Rejection stings from anyone, but I’m sure having it come from one of the people you care about most hurts like a bitch.
