“What?” he asks. “It’s just—you’re really into people.” He smiles, but it’s restrained. Almost tired. “I don’t actually like people all that much, Glenna. People like me. Except you.” His lips curve higher, dimpling at the corners, and there’s a warmth to it now. “You don’t like me.” I roll my eyes. “For obvious reasons.” “For obvious reasons,” he repeats, and then he sighs. “I’m a Wall, right? I got a responsibility to the town.” “To party and bro it up?” “To be what people want me to be. What makes ‘em happy. We all have our role to play, right?”
