“She’s your mother. It’s her job to be worried about you,” I said, thinking it must’ve been nice to have someone concerned about him like that. “But you don’t have to be sure about everything, Ty. Certainty is overrated. After all, what are we ever really certain about?”
“Whoa, now. Don’t be turning into some sort of self-help guru on me. I just wanted to show you penguins.”
“I didn’t mean that as some banal homily. I meant that oftentimes we take for granted the things we know and are sure about—our world, our lives, even ourselves. Can we really know anything or anyone?”
“Sounds a little darker and deeper maybe than what I was going for.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to. I felt that was a pretty common perception of humanity.”
“Maybe for someone with a dark streak.”
“It’s more than a streak, I can assure you.”
If only he knew.
He stopped, which made me turn to him. “Oh, Liam. I’m going to enjoy getting to know you.”
“I’m going to enjoy getting to know you too,” I confessed with a smile, one that came so effortlessly with the mere thought of him.
