“Okay, I’m sorry—you’re not insane—but twenty minutes ago you were accusing me of being in love with my best friend, so, to be fair, I think my feelings are warranted.”
“You were looking at her like you were in love with her!”
“Jesus Christ, woman, I look at you like I’m in love with you!”
“I— Wait. What?”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Nothing. Never mind. I have to go.”