“Who? Tell me.” I run a hand into his hair, and once again, he won’t meet my eyes. “You wanna push me away, disengage and just end this shit every time it crosses your mind that it’s too much for me. That it’s a hardship for me—how you feel. You realize you’re the one that’s hurt, but you think it’s too much for me? I’m not a fucking weak guy. I know I might look like I am.”
