“I could be a Disney prince.” They snort. “Sure. Like, a start-of-the-movie Disney prince. Aladdin before he meets Jasmine, Flynn Rider—” They open their mouth to add another name to the list but I hold up my hand. “Don’t. If you say I’m like Gaston, I’ll cry.” They shrug, amusement dancing in their eyes. “If the shoe fits.”
