“Look, I stayed away from you because you’re annoying. You’re so fucking annoying.” My face dropped. When I opened my mouth to respond, he held his hand up. “And I like it. Too much, Quinci. I could listen to you talk for hours… about anything. I could watch you stare into space while you chewed on the end of a pen cap for hours on end. I don’t like how much control you have over me. This is different for me. You literally live with me. Work with me. And I still don’t feel like that is enough time. There. I said it.”
