“Look, Sophs, if we’re going to be hanging out again, then I don’t want to see this outfit or any like it making a comeback around me. I don’t like seeing you dressed like some cheap hooker. You’re classier than this and beautiful without this shit.” He has that stubborn way about him that I know only too well. If I push, we will fight, and as much as I want the old him back, the one who will yell at me and show more than a cold deadpan exterior, I don’t want to fight. Fights ...