“I'm grateful to Margot. Not that I tell her this. Not that I tell her anything. I don't.”

“Telepathically, I tell her I'm sorry. I tell her I just can't confide in her right now, tell her the three feet between us feels like three light-years to me and I don't know how to bridge it.Telepathically, she tells me back that I'm breaking her broken heart.”

“What?" she asks, but I don't answer. Instead I kiss her, one time, and try to tell her in that single gesture everything that she'll forget as soon as she turns away. I tell her I love her. I tell her I'll miss her. And then I let her go.”

“I don't think I'm ever going to let you off my lap," I tell her. "So I hope you're comfortable.”

“Because I was with you," he tells her. "I feel better when I'm with you.”

“I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.”