“Yes, you will.” I stroked his hair. “You will.”
Petting the back of his palm where he was still clutching his head, I interlocked our fingers. In return, he tightened his grip on me and turned his head slightly in my direction, barely opening up to me.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out.
I shook my head and smiled through my tears. “For what? You did nothing wrong. Honestly, you’ve done so many things right. You’re the best friend a person could ever have, and I love you more than anyone else on the planet. Don’t be sorry for that.”
He opened his mouth, probably to argue with me, but nothing came out, so he ended up pressing his lips back together and shaking his head.
“You know me, Brandt.” I squeezed his fingers supportively. “I am a guarded, closed-off person. I don’t open up to just anyo
