“No, I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to protect me. I don’t need anyone to protect me. Stop trying to be a big brother.” “That’s not what I’m doing. Do you really think that’s what I’m doing?” He stares at me in shock and confusion. “Feels like it.” I shrug. Dylan runs his hands over his face and shakes his head. “God, you are so clueless sometimes,” he seethes. “No, not clueless. In denial.”
