“You say you’ll be fine, and I swear I’m shoving you out of this car!” I snap. I hate it when James gets like this, so perversely determined not to be a bother to anyone, like last year when he broke his wrist and insisted on scrawling his equations in an unreadable script with his bad hand rather than letting me write for him. He doesn’t see how much I want to be bothered by him, how that means I’m actually important to him.”
