“Why do I get the feeling our relationship is backwards?” Ryn asks as he wanders into my room, shrugs his jacket off, and hangs it over the back of my desk chair. “Isn’t it usually the girl who always wants to talk about feelings and the guy who bottles everything up inside?” “I don’t bottle things up,” I shoot back. Well, there is an imaginary box I like to hide things in, but that’s different. “Right.”
