“Hey, Enzo?” I call as he helps me into bed. “Hmm?” he hums. “Try to hide the judgment, okay? Kev always used to tell me that no one would believe me, and well… he was right. No one ever did. And I think I prefer that now. It’s better if you think I’m a liar.” “I won’t judge you,” he says softly. “That’s good,” I nod, flopping into the bed ungracefully. The room is spinning, and I would like it to stop now.
