“Mark...”
“It’s true. I feel like I’m here to service your needs when you want me, and after that I’m nothing but a nuisance.”
“That’s not...”
“What if your parents saw me there? What was going to happen? Your mother already met me once, for an entire 30 seconds. You introduced me as your friend then. She didn’t shrivel to bits. There was no reason to suspect anything else. But no, you’d rather lock me in the pantry. What am I supposed to do with that?”
“I only...”
“This entire relationship has been about you. What you want. What you need. What you can or can’t do. What about what I need?”
“What do you need?” Andrew asked.
“I need to know I can trust you. I need to know you’re not going to lock me in the pantry. I can’t live like this, wondering every day what kind of mood you’re in
