“God, sweetheart,” Scooter rasped, “I can’t even imagine how awful that was for you.”
Andy laughed, a little bitterly, and turned his head to kiss the bicep he was using as a pillow. “The thing is, it wasn’t. I mean, it was, but it…It was a frog boil. You know you can put a frog in water, and then start heating that water up, and the frog won’t even notice it getting hotter and hotter untilit’s too late? It was like that. Didn’t even yell that much when we fought, just made me feel…ungrateful. Small. I thought, as much as he did for me, it was only fair to indulge his possessivestreak. I’d only really started to notice the heat right before it…ended. I didn’t even realize justhow much of a bastard he’d really been until after I’d left.”