“You okay?” Will asks with pinched brows. I smile. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” “Because that jackass seemingly just made up an excuse to bail?” “Oh. Yeah. He definitely did.” Will eyes me closely for signs of distress. “And that doesn’t bother you?” I think about it and then answer honestly. “A little, but not much. We were both having a terrible time. I wouldn’t want him to stick around if he was miserable.” I shrug. “Hopefully he’ll recover his night now.”
