Carter
Leonard ignores me through most of the game.
At a commercial break, I say, “So are we going to never talk about this, or what?”
“I know I f****d up. Not much else to say. I already apologized to Evangeline.”
I wait.
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry.” He sighs. “I owe you the apology, too. Was she okay after?”
“Yeah, I held her, reassured her that you’re f****d in the head and that this was more about you than her.”
He shrugs. “Sounds about right.”
“You need to figure this out, Leonard. She could be the one?—”
“Don’t. You know I can’t do that anymore. There’s no such thing as ‘the one.’”
“Get over that. Her issues weren’t the same as your issues. That was a whole different thing, and you know it.”
Before Leonard can do what I expect him to do, which is ignore me and put his attentio
