"mikki, this is a bad time, but uh-" the boy stopped, took a breath and started again. "mikki. um. you don't have to say anything if you don't want to but-"

"shut up, farrari and say it."

"i like you."

"you're an idiot."

"gee thanks."

"i like you too."

"really?"

"did i stutter?"

"oh god- i can't believe it!"

"you know what, brady?"

"what?"

"i think i have achieved perfection."