"Which part?" I say with a cough of laughter, leaning back against the passenger door and trying to pretend like my hands aren't shaking.

"Mike, you don't... You can't change your whole fuckin' life for me. I mean, we're not even..."

We're not even what? I don't even know how the fuck to finish that sentence, and I'm immediately pissed at myself for even openin' my mouth.