“I’m tired of fighting you, of fighting this, of fighting...everything. I just...I want...” He sighs raggedly. He glances down, face wrinkling with frustration. “I need to know, okay? I need to know.” My heart pounds in my chest. “Need to know what exactly?” He scoffs. “You know what.” “Yeah, well, I’m going to need you to spell it out for me.” He growls in frustration, then, “I need to know this is real.”
