Mason chuckled, "Go f**k yourself." "But I'm serious. Everything we've been through here has made me understand how much I adore and value Carrie."
I was feeding him trash, but on the inside, I couldn't been pleased for him. He deserved to be happy. To feel cherished and valued. Mason was one of the nice guys who deserved only the best.
"I know you're serious, dude," I assured him. "And I am overjoyed for you. Carrie is a lovely young lady. You two form an excellent couple."
We didn't generally talk about crap like that. We limited it to video games, gorgeous ladies, sports, and so on. We were not moved by sentiment. That wasn't our style, and it hurt too much. Especially considering my fiancée and I had broken up before I left. She was someone I genuinely cared about, but she wanted so
