But as everyone else dispersed, Brock put a hand on my shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze.
“You’re good with going over tomorrow?” he asked. “I can find—”
“It’s fine,” I said.
Brock said nothing at first as the sound of the other Reapers’ motorcycles roared to life, exploding in engine screams before they also faded into the distance.
“I know it’s not fine, and I wouldn’t fucking expect it to be,” he said. “I just literally have no one else. And I wasn’t lying when I said Tara requested it.”
“Look,” I said. “I get it, but this is not whatever you guys did. I’m going to show up, pay attention only to any Bandits that may appear, and ignore Elizabeth otherwise. I…fuck, man, her?”
Brock smirked.
“Just don’t aggravate her if you can help it,” he said. “Ignore her all you want; that’s probably the best action. I just don’t want anything happening to any Rogers.”
It went beyond want for me. It was a need.
“You got it.”
