“Please,” said Cyrus. “At least tell me you’re okay.” “I’m afraid that’s impossible,” she said, sniffing softly. She closed her eyes again, let the flowers dry her tears. “What do you mean?” he said, alarmed. “Why impossible?” “Well,” she said, “because I’ve recently deduced that you’re quite charmingly pathetic.” He sighed. “Really? You’re choosing this moment to insult me?”
