I was holding up that glass before he took it away from me, that's how I was holding up, and my brow pinches with a frown as I watch it go. "That—" I arc a finger in the general direction of the glass and pull in a deep breath. "Was mine. And you are a dirty thief. But also painfully attractive." I sit back in my chair with an abrupt, imperious wave of one arm. "I will allow it."

This, despite the fact that holding up is the opposite of what I'm looking to do, here. I would like, for once in my life, to not hold up. I would like to fall apart, please and thank you. Just a little, because life can be shitty.

"You know what's funny?" I ask, leaning my cheek on an upturned palm. "I'll tell you what's funny. I'm me," I say, and point to my chest, and then to his. "And you're also me. We're both me."