overheard. The way you laughed at that joke.”
He pressed his hands over his eyes. “I was ashamed,” he said. “I needed your help constantly and it made me feel small. It was easier to act as if you were forcing it on me than to admit I was asking. If I could make you the problem, I didn’t have to be.”
I nodded once, accepting the honesty of it.
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