“Hey, want to go to the lounge?” Ryan asked.
I had just gotten back to Provo from the Salt Lake airport,
it was three in the morning, and it was snowing. I told him in my whiniest
voice that I didn’t want to go. But then I looked at his face, and realized
that he was close to crying—something I’d never seen before. I hurriedly shook
my head. “Wait, just kidding, let’s go.”
