"How the hell should I know?" I laugh weakly, my head dropping down to rest against his shoulder, "Just... fuckin' deal with it. What else are we supposed to do?"

I think about Zeke, I think about how fuckin' pathetic and lonely he was, but I'm not really afraid of ending up like that. Maybe it's stupid, but I'm not really afraid of Mike leaving me. I'm not afraid of ending up alone. It probably just shows how fucking naive I am, but I can't imagine us apart. Not anymore.