I clap a hand over my mouth, and Jack’s eyes widen. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m oversharing, aren’t I?” Jack shrugs. “I asked you a question. You answered it. Maybe it’s just the right amount of sharing.” “Depends on the person I’m talking to.” “Or maybe it depends on you and how much you want to say. Maybe you’re the only one who knows if it’s oversharing or just . . . sharing.”
