He looked at me.
“And it worked.”
I squeezed his hand.
“You can stand up for someone without becoming cruel.”
His expression changed.
Almost wonder.
“I didn’t know that.”
I leaned across the center console and hugged him.
“I’m proud of you.”
He laughed weakly.
“We didn’t even finish Spider-Man.”
“I don’t care.”
He looked at my hair.
“You still have popcorn in there.”
“I know.”
“A lot.”
“I know, Owen.”
He removed one piece.
Then, before I could stop him, he ate it.
“Owen!”
He grinned.
“It’s still buttery.”
