[ He sat forward, reached across the table and squeezed Nicky's hand tightly. ]
I don't doubt for a second how much you love me.
[ Maybe there was a treacherous little voice in the back of his head that worried sometimes that Joe and Nicky loved each other more than they loved him. That little voice told him sometimes he was just extra. He was the third wheel.
Luckily, Booker knew not to trust that voice. It was part of those self-destructive, intrusive thoughts that came with his depression. ]
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[ He sat forward, reached across the table and squeezed Nicky's hand tightly. ]
I don't doubt for a second how much you love me.
[ Maybe there was a treacherous little voice in the back of his head that worried sometimes that Joe and Nicky loved each other more than they loved him. That little voice told him sometimes he was just extra. He was the third wheel.
Luckily, Booker knew not to trust that voice. It was part of those self-destructive, intrusive thoughts that came with his depression. ]