AVERY
With Mariah in the car, there had been an illusion of some barrier between us. She had occupied him with conversation which meant I hadn't necessarily had to open my mouth. Now that she was gone and it was just me and him in the car, there was no pretending. There was no running away.
From all the truths and the awkwardness associated with them.
He looked really serious and maybe even a little bit sad. Like the conversation we were about to have was very important and vital and he was actually worried about f*****g it up.
Like he was actually starting to take me seriously.
But at the same time, it could all just be in my head. It could just be me making stuff out into more than they actually were.
I wasn't going to fool myself. Again.
"What do you want to talk
