Giving her an awkward but genuine smile, I reach up and curl my hand around Tom's wrist, holding him there and trying to ignore the disappointment I feel when Mike insists on keeping his distance. Tom and Florence are the two strong ones now, steady and calm in a goddamn hurricane, while Mike and I try our bests to spin out of control. Only barely hiding it behind the weakest of masks.

"Stop actin' like it's some kind of goddamn revelation and just say it. Jesus."