“What if I promise not to read into it? No analysis at all. I swear on my mother’s grave.” “I’m going to tell her you said that.” “Come on, please?” I shrug and roll my eyes. “Maybe.” “Ha.” Finny turns away and looks back at the TV. He holds up his controller and begins pushing buttons. “That means yes.” “It does not!” “Does too.” “Does not!” I punch him in the shoulder and he laughs. “So what do you want to do now?” he says. I shrug again, but I’m smiling. “This,” I say.
