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Sam slides down to join Demetri on the floor. “Come on. What’s been eating at you?”
Demetri raises one eyebrow in response, as if to say, You have to ask?
“Kinda feeling like my existence is one big practical joke,” he says, then huffs softly and looks back down at the cast. “And the punchline is that I can’t make myself stop wanting him. No matter how badly he hurts me.”
It’s almost pathetic how quickly Sam’s mind jumps to Tory.
“I don’t expect you to understand —“ Demetri continues, but she cuts him off.
“No, I get it. Believe me.”