“Just thinking.” “Do you wanna tell me?” I can’t help smiling at the way he asks. “I don’t want to.” I laugh. “But I will.” “Why will you?” He asks it slowly. When I look up, he’s thoughtful. Maybe a little nervous. “I’ll tell you because you’re Ezra and I’m Josh. Like peanut butter and jelly. Or…I don’t know—popcorn and butter.”
