He’s really glad it’s emotion and not thoughts that are passed through this new, frustrating connection between them. All he can think is: I wanted that someone to be you. But he keeps it to himself.

“Nah, you don’t,” he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “Just honest…” he glances at the tv on the wall opposite of where the beds sit. “M’sure you can find one playing right now, if you wanted.” He says with a nod toward the tv.