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"I think I…" His voice trails off as he takes in the sight of me "Nova, are you okay? What the hell happened?"

I shakethe bottom of my tank top up to "

He crawls into the tent, zips the door up, and kneels down in front of retful "I’m sorry I kind of yelled at you… I just… I don’t even knohy I did it"

"It’s fine," I assure hi the bottom of "

"I know," he replies, releasing an uneven breath "But I needed to say it… I feel bad yelling I should have never raised my voice at you"

It feels like I need to say a lot of things, because I didn’t say so much when I ith Landon "It’s okay I proet him to open up to ht and thoughts of Landon just now, so no words ever co Never mind"

"Are you sure?" he asks "You can… you can talk to me if you want to, Nova"

I force a smile "I’m fine I promise"

He smiles back, but it’s a sad s hold of my hand, and his palms feel a little sweaty "Now, come on I just found out that there’s this little diner place like three miles up the road, so we can actually have real food instead of granola bars and that shit we ate last night"

"I think it was hot dogs That’s e put the forks"

"They s, but they sure as hell didn’t taste like it"

"I think Delilah burnt the"

"So do I," he states "I once burned a Hot Pocket in the microwave"

"How do you burn a Hot Pocket in theit in there for over ten h, and instead of trying to set the ti it’d work I still ate it, though"

We s, but I’ we knoe’re supposed to do, and as quickly as it ascends, we’re sinking back into the desolation again

He stops in front of the door and traces the folds between s… stuff that I can’t talk about I’ht"

An elongated pause passes between us He continues to trace the folds in ers with his head tucked down, and I analyze his demeanor, sad and broken, and God, I hate to think it, what if he’s suicidal? What if below the surface, there’s evenaway at him, and I’m the only one who sees it because I’ve seen it before but didn’t recognize it until it was too late? I’ yelled out or hated or co out of ," he says, before I get a chance "And as oing to bug htens in anticipation "Okay…"

"Were you… were you just talking to yourself in here?" he asks and then quickly adds, "I … we all do it… but you were crying so…"

So he thinks I’m crazy "Yes and no’ "

"Care to elaborate?" he asks with an oh-shit-please-don’t-let-her-be-insane look

Not really "I just…" I try to think of a lie, because telling hi endeavor feels too private But he hasand familiar, and all I want to do is tell hi this video…" I trail off as his expression abruptly alters from confused to amused