“No. I mean I’m going to miss hanging out with you.” A lump forms in my throat. I shrug, smile, and try to speak around it. “We see each other all the time. We have dinner with The Mothers, like, twice a week.” “I know,” Finny says. He looks down at his can. “But I dunno. We should hang out sometime when we don’t have to. Go see a movie or something.”
Finny putting his heart on the line. Don't say someything dumb.
