“I still love you,” Jared said. “I still love you, and there’s no maybe about that.”
David sighed, and then climbed out of the car. With the door still open, he stuck his head back in the passenger side of the car.
“I really don’t know what you want me to do with this information. You moved three houses away from my parents’ house. My house. Whatever it is. You went to Pusan to come get me. But you didn’t. Then you got married. You tell me you still love me. Now. When I’m forty. What the fuck do you want me to do, Jared? What do you want me to say?”
“Whatever it is that you’re feeling,” Jared said. “That’s all I want to hear. Just tell me the truth.”
“I don’t even know what that is,” David said, standing up straight and slamming the passenger seat door.