“I’m sorry I slapped you. I said I’d never do it again and yet here we are.”
“Don’t be sorry. Turns out I needed some sense knocked into me.”
I snort and let him lead me inside. We head up to see Theo, whom I’ve visited every day since we found him hiding out here.
I knock on the door when we get there, which makes Kruger sigh. “Woman, you own the place.”
“So? Right now, it’s Theo’s home. He deserves a little privacy. Besides, there are some things you can’t unsee, and walking in on teenage boys doing things is something that would burn my retinas clean off.”
He cracks up laughing as the door opens.
“Hey. You know you can just let yourself in. It’s your place,” Theo says, which just sets Kruger off again.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“He hit his funny bone.”
“Huh?”
“He found it humorous.”
“What?”
“Ugh, tough crowd. The bruising looks better, and your eyes are the same shape now. You don’t look like Sloth from the Goonies anymore.”
“I did not look like Sloth, right?” he asks Kruger, who grins.
“So what have you been up to?” I ask
“You know, the usual. Had a wild party.”
“Nice. Filled with ladies and liquor?”
“Obviously. Is it even a party without liquor and ladies?”
“True that. What else?”
“Got a tattoo on my ass of a kangaroo, thought I might rob a bank later. But then I thought, why rob a bank? Why not rob a casino?”
“Aim big or go home. Nice. Why a kangaroo?”
“Because I’m really good at going down?—”
Kruger covers Theo’s mouth with his hand as I giggle into mine.
“You two are fucking insane.”
He lets Theo go, ruffling his hair in the process.
“Dude, watch the hair.”
Kruger cocks an eyebrow. “Wait, you made it look that way on purpose?”
Theo throws the cushion at him. “At least I’m not going gray.”
“I wasn’t going gray until I met you.”
Theo grips his chest and grimaces. “Emotional damage.”
