“i think i’m going to kiss you,” he whispered.
“you think?”
“i think i have to kiss you,” he said, looking as if he couldn't quite believe his own words. “it’s rather like breathing. one doesn't have much choice in the matter.”
organized medical bills, had to put a smile on every day for his mom, brother emotionally pressured him to give his blessing, yeah y’all are never convincing me he’s the villain