“Off to see Daisy?” I give him a look. “She’s with someone.” “Like a hookup?” “I don’t know—” I scowl. Kind of hate the thought of it, though, and what the fuck’s he asking me that for? He gives me a little smile. “You annoyed about that?” “No.” But yes. I frown. “I don’t care.”
i wish he showed more that he does actually care
