“There’s nothing wrong with your hair, Felix. It’s cute. Okay?” I say that way too fast. I don’t have a shot at preventing it from slipping out. And I’m not sure I would’ve stopped myself from saying it anyway. “Cute?” he asks. Fuck. “I should go.” “Did you just say my hair is cute, Jake?” He’s smiling. Grinning probably. I can hear it in his voice.
