I woke up with my hands balled up in fists, nails dug deep into my palms. Adam was still sleeping so I went outside to the closed up pool. Jo was there sitting on one of the lounge chairs, he barely looked up at me. I asked him if he was still mad at me for killing the Classic, still nothing. Fine let him be mad. Let him keep thinking I’m some grand fuck up.
We sat there in silence for at least a half hour before I started laughing. I told him so much for talking to him when I need help, he looked up and I showed him my hands.
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“What happened?” Jo asked with concern.
“Oh now we’re talking?”
“What did you do?”
“I was asleep. Nightmares or some shit.”
“Of what?”
“You think I like killing people? Even if they’re gonna kill us… I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just do what I have to.”
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He kinda looked surprised like he never expected me to think of anyone besides myself. We got up and walked over to his SUV where he fished out the first aid kit. We don’t waste blood on healing simple cuts & scrapes but sometimes I wished we did, antiseptic fucking burns.
