“Yeah,” Leo said, speaking the words into the wool of James’s jumper. “I still feel like I’m a bad bargain.” “Leo. I feel like I’m a bad bargain too. I think that’s just how love works. Well, for neurotic people, at least. Sometimes you look at me like I’m marvelous and I think you must not have realized I’m a ball of nerves, and that’s on a good day.”
