“That’s what I thought,” he says. “You’ve got that look.”
“What look?”
“The in-love idiot one.”
I snort. “Shut up.”
He grins. “So it’s real?”
“Yeah.”
“Holy shit.”
We eat some more.
“Some of the online stuff is rough,” he says carefully.
“I haven’t looked.”
“Good.”
“I don’t do social media.”
“I know. Smartest decision you’ve ever made.” He studies me. “But it’s not all bad,” he adds. “A lot of people are in your corner.”
“That’s… good.”
“It’s more than good. It’s huge.”
I shrug, uncomfortable.
Cassius leans forward. “You know, when I came into the League, I expected it to be hell.”
“It wasn’t.”
“No, it wasn’t. Because I already knew who I was. I didn’t have to wrestle it into shape in public.”
I nod slowly.
“That’s the thing,” he says. “Everyone’s journey is different. Anyone saying you should’ve done this earlier? They don’t get it.”
Relief slides through me.
“Thanks.”
He waves it off. “You don’t owe anyone your timeline.”
We eat in silence again.
“So,” he says. “Tell me about the rock star.”
I can’t help smiling.
Cass whistles. “There it is.”
“He’s… good.”
“Good?”
