His arms drop to his sides. He lets her push him, not ragdoll loose but offering no resistance. He has his explanations, his limping excuses. “I care,” he says, the bottom dropping out of his voice. Thinks of Logan jamming that picture in his pocket. They don't fight like this, him and Juliet. They don't blow up.

He swallows, sick to his stomach. “You're the only person I've invited in here,” he says. Falters helplessly into a shrug. “And look what a mistake that was.”