“Thank you,” I told him. Wrapped burger in hand, he pulled onto the road again, and we resumed our journey back to Hyde Park. “For what?” “For changing me.” He paused. “For changing you?” “Yeah. I mean, I’m not saying there hasn’t been an adjustment period—” Ethan snorted as he reached into the box of onion rings perched between us. “That’s rather an understatement, don’t you think?” “Give me a break, I’m trying to Gratefully Condescend.”
