Becca watched him for a long moment after he spoke, and the frustration she might have felt at his refusal to admit anything was quickly swallowed by something softer and far more silly.
He looked like he was hanging on by sheer force of will alone, and <
— helping make things any easier.
“Can’t exactly 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅 to get much rest… ‘Specially wit’ everythin’ that’s been goin’ on…” As far as he was concerned, it was the truth in every sense of the word.
“What '𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 me ‘air?”