Then explain why I keep doing this.
Same reason I do. It’s addictive.
That doesn’t seem like a good enough reason.
All right. Connecting with someone like this just feels fantastic,she typed and almost didn’t send. It seemed to much like the kind of thing that would make him stop texting—but no, this time he kept going. He accepted the feeling was there, even if it still confused him.
I’m more than used to living without connections.
Yeah, and that’s why it hit you so hard. You’re not a guy who’s never had steak. You’re a guy with an immune system that’s never been exposed to anything suddenly getting hit by the bubonic plague.
I don’t like that you’re the plague in this scenario.
It’s okay. You’re my tuberculosis.
She didn’t know what she expected in return to that.
But it definitely wasn’t a little laughing face.
In fact, it was so surprising she actually sat up and turned on the light, in case her bleary eyes had mistaken it for something else.
Oh my god. Did you just text me an emoji?
In my defense, Iamsuffering from the Black Death.
Pretty sure cartoon laughing faces were not a symptom of that disease.
Sure they were. We just don’t know that because very few of the medieval peasants had phones.
She burst out laughing.
Too loudly, she knew, with Letty and Tate next door.
But there was just nothing she could do.
He really was funnier, via messages.
More relaxed,she thought. And that seemed true.
I love that you went with very few.
Thought you’d appreciate that.
You know me so well.
Better than I’ve ever known anyone.
Wish I could say the same for you.
You know at least five hundred percent more than anybody else.
Five hundred percent more?Are your family even aware that your name is Isaac?
That was a nice attempt at getting the details out of me.
I wasn’t trying to get them out. I was trying to segue subtly.
Well, there’s no need for either—I don’t find anything objectionable or line crossing in telling you about my family. Though, if you’re waiting for some big revelation you’re gonna be pretty disappointed.
