“I guess if you have shit you don’t feel good about, now’s as good a time as any to figure that out and do what you can about it.”

He glances up at Harper, nodding once.

“I don’t want to give you love advice, though. It’s contrary to my interests.”

“You do love him, then?” Mason asks, and Harper looks away, blowing hair from his face.

“Who knows?”

“I think you know. It just depends on how much you’re willing to be honest with yourself.” He looks down at his hands. “But I’d rather not give you love advice either.”