The Alpha's Warlock
“You don’t understand me at all if you don’t understand why this bothers me so much. You’re not boring. You’re my favorite person in the world to hang out with, Newt. You always make me laugh. You’re so much smarter than I am. And you’re not—I mean, like, I’m not the best judge of what guys look like. But you’re not plain. Or weak. How many times have you propped me up when I needed you?”
My eyes started stinging. Probably all the dust I’d gotten in them rolling around on the ground earlier, but dammit.
You’re my favorite person in the world to hang out with.
If I wiped at my eyes, then I’d really look weak.
“Not that often, lately,” I got out, without sounding too choked up. Mostly.