Even so, I told Augustus. “My favorite book is probably An Imperial Affliction,” I said.
“Does it feature zombies?” he asked. “No,” I said. “Stormtroopers?” I shook my head.
“It’s not that kind of book.” He smiled. “I am going to read this terrible book with the boring title that does not contain stormtroopers,” he promised,
and I immediately felt like I shouldn’t have told him about it.
Augustus spun around to a stack of books beneath his bedside table. He grabbed a paperback and a pen.
As he scribbled an inscription onto the title page, he said,
“All I ask in exchange is that you read this brilliant and haunting novelization of my favorite video game.”
He held up the book, which was called The Price of Dawn. I laughed and took it.
Our hands kind of got muddled together in the book handoff, and then he was holding my hand.
“Cold,” he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. “Not cold so much as underoxygenated,” I said.
“I love it when you talk medical to me,” he said. He stood, and pulled me up with him, and did not let go of my hand until we reached the stairs.
We watched the movie with several inches of couch between us.
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