"I'm not misrepresenting. It's a statement," Simon snapped over his shoulder. He was starting to feel tense again, and he could taste the almonds in the air, heavy in his lungs, like trying to breathe syrup. It wasn't there. He knew it wasn't there, but that didn't change the fact that his body was telling him it was.
"Light a fire. Tell yourself you can't smell smoke. It's not as easy as wanting." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to concentrate. "There are missed connections. It's complicated. But it's better than it was."