"People are assholes, Mouse. You already know that." He paused as he scooped some of my hair back, gently tossing the strands over my shoulder. "And there's nothing to be embarrassed about." I glanced over at him. Everything about his steady gaze and the serious press of his lips screamed earnest. But he was wrong. "It is...embarrassing." "Not if you don't let it be." His leg brushed mine as he turned in his seat, facing me. Our eyes met. "You have the power over that. People can say crap. They can think whatever they want, but you control how you feel about it."