“We worry because you closed yourself off. You’re so fucking worried about your image that you lost some of Seth the night of the draft. That bubbly guy who used to go out to parties and always had friends around.” He poked at my chest, right at my heart. “You, Seth Johnson, have forgotten who you are. Since you and Phantom slept together, you’ve been more like the guy I used to know. You haven’t been responding to our texts within fifteen seconds. You haven’t been at one of our houses to spend the night in probably a month.”
