“Didn’t think I’d see you tonight,” Will lies—very poorly, as well. You both know you usually surf in this area of the camp at this exact time. He’d been planning on bumping into you. “Nice weather.”

What he really wants to do is beg for you to take him back, but he doesn’t do that either. He’s worried you’ll shove him off the roof you’re both standing on. He should be looking to stop crime, you’re just too distracting. Will misses you, he’s been miserable since the breakup.