This can't be happening. Not here, not like this. This is too soon. This is too crazy.

"Dante..." I whisper. I can't make this decision with all of these people watching.

"I shredded that script," he murmurs against the backs of my fingers. "I told them to find someone else to rewrite it."

"You didn't have to - "

"I did. And I'd do it again."

Panic is rising in my chest. "Dante, if we could go somewhere a little more ...