"I need you Lexy," he sobbed. "Brandee's left me."
I almost . . . but I caught myself.
"Lemme check," I said. "You need me because Brandeee's left you? Or Brandeee's left you because you need me?"
He frowned. He sniffed. He wiped away one perfect Swarovski tear. But he didn't answer the question. Strike one.