“You going to be okay?” I asked, as Grue zipped up his jacket.
Told ya we’d skip it.
So it seems we’re picking up about as close to where we left off as we could while still skipping the sowing and Tattletale’s explanation about whatever trick she has up her sleeve for dealing with Purity.
With his t-shirt removed, he was wearing the leather jacket over his bare, freshly stitched skin. I couldn’t imagine it was remotely comfortable.
Nope, that sounds awful.
“I’ll be fine. Let’s end this ASAP. Bitch? The dogs.”
I winced. I wasn’t looking forward to riding. It was too soon after our previous escapade, and I was still sore.
Ow, yeah, that doesn’t sound comfortable either. To be fair, though, this is pretty much what both of you signed up for.
Bitch whistled and pointed, and we headed out the front door of the church. The moment we were outside, Grue hauled himself up onto Judas’ back, and I could see him hunch over for a moment in pain.
“Seriously, are you going to be-”
“I’m fine, Skitter,” Grue spoke.
Doesn’t really look that way, but alright.
He was creating darkness around himself, and his voice had that hollow quality to it. “Just drop it.”
The ‘drop it’ line hit a little too close to home, echoing what I’d said at the mall after Brian’s rejection, and once or twice after that.
Oh boy.
Is he hurt by her unwillingness to talk about it, or is this maybe a straight instance of the same from his side?
Maybe he’s afraid of admitting weakness. Perhaps especially when he’s with the team, as de facto leader.
I was made acutely aware of that little rift I’d generated in what had been a fairly easygoing friendship.
😦
Remember how I mentioned my own trouble with working up the courage to confess to my first crush? This is a big part of what I was worried about. That taking it to that point, whether I got rejected or not, would eventually ruin the nice friendship we’d already had for many years.
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