“So,” Quinn said, letting the word hang there between them. “I got lonely,” Lana said. “I get nightmares. It helps having someone there sometimes.” “It’s not my business,” Quinn muttered. Lana stopped and faced him. “Yeah, it’s your business, Quinn. You and I . . .” She didn’t quite know how to finish that, so she just shifted to a gruffer tone and said, “But it’s no one else’s business.” They walked on quickly. “Who would I tell?” Quinn asked rhetorically. “You ought to have someone to tell,” Lana said. “I know. Sounds weird coming from me.” “A little bit.” Quinn was trying to nurture his
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Oof. Ive had this conversation tooooo many times. I wish i could say im Lana, but im definitely Quinn
