Chapter 47

No, he wasn’t. That didn’t mean he wasn’t hoping Gordy would forgive him. “Gordy, I’m just a fucking idiot,” he whispered. “If you want to hit me…” He let the thought trail away with his voice. Violence didn’t solve anything, and Gordy wasn’t the type even if it did.

It wasn’t imagined Gordy that Leo heard next, but his mother.

The best way to present a peaceful outlook is to find peace within one’s self.

She was about as helpful as she usually was, which was to say, great if he wanted to create an uplifting tweet but not much beyond that. The fact that his head was so full of these little snippets of jargon and managed to bring them to the forefront of his mind during every moment of confrontation was impressive, though.

“Or terrifying,” he mumbled.