“I didn’t ask you over here to dump all this on you,” she muttered. She kept looking down at their hands, trying to turn off her reaction to it and failing. And there were no more convenient excuses to get up and move away, to reduce the temptation. “Isaac … I just want to make you smile, I want you to be happy.”
“What are friends for? I want to know if you’re hurting, Summer, so that I can make you feel better,” he stated then as if it were completely obvious. “And you can! Do you know any jokes? I’ve got a weird sense of humour.”
She huffed an unexpected laugh. “I’m not good at jokes. I’m good at smart remarks and making people feel weird and being stupid and awkward.” She looked around the room helplessly. “Let’s … watch a movie.”