When Nico finally opened the closet door—seriously, he was not doing himself any favors—Ryan’s irritation and consternation melted into sympathy. Nico looked like he’d spent the past three hours repeating to himself every mean thing anyone had ever said about him until he believed them all. “We should talk,” he said. Then he remembered their agreement and made himself amend that. “Unless you want me to get Kitty instead.” Nico looked pretty small for a guy who was over six feet tall and outweighed Ryan by twenty pounds. “No,” he said quietly. “This is fine.” His tone rang with defeat. Great.
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