It's not what I'm expecting to hear, even if it's something I already knew, and I'm quiet for a long moment, my eyes cutting away from his face. "Jesus, Mike," I whisper, coughing out a laugh and pretending like my eyes aren't all blurry.

"You really gotta say all that shit when we're in a fuckin' bar?" I laugh, turning to look at him with a grin I don't even have any control over.