“Don’t call me that.”
A tiny robin landed on the toe of his trainer. It tilted its head, looked Leo dead in the eye, and let out a single, sharp chirp. It sounded, Leo thought, suspiciously like “cheer up.” mardy bum
Leo slumped deeper into the sofa, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt so low it became a fabric cave. The world, he decided, was too loud, too bright, and too happy without his permission. “Don’t call me that
“ That. Existing so cheerfully .”