The second realisation was one that he decided was something that needed to be said out loud: “I like you, too. I mean, I really like you. I think I probably like you toomuch, considering we’ve haven’t known each other all that long. But then, as I said before, my perception is known to get skewed. Maybe it’s okay to fall in love with someone the first time you speak to them.” He paused and pantomimed thought. “Even if that person did just attempt to plant the seeds of murder in my mind.”
“You’ve fallen in love with me?” Justin asked. At least, Thom thought he was asking. It had been said with a soft inflection of wonder, rendering the question into something that was more like a statement.
“Yeah, I think so,” Thom said, instantly regretting his choice of words, but at the same time, silently rejoicing over having said them. It felt weirdly good to say that to someone and mean it. “Yes, I mean. Yes, I have fallen in love with you.”