“Oh, but I think you should. We are even now.”
“Eat.”
“See, I saved your life by suffocating you and taking mercy on not killing you and you saved my life by driving your chariot motorcycle into the crowd of lunatics and whisking me away. We’re practically friends and friends don’t keep friends locked away. Friends let friends go. We have nothing more between us. Let me leave.”
“Eat.”
“Oh, no, I do not think so.”
“You need to eat your food,” he said with a controlled rage. “You’re weak.”
“Have you put poison in mine?”
“If I wanted to kill you it would be with my fists.”
“You had a lot of rat poison in your other house. It was out of date, but it worked well against the cannibals.”
He ticked his jaw. “So that’s where it all went.”
“Did you do anything to my food?”
Instead of answering me, he got up, swapped our dishes and dropped himself heavily back in his chair.
I looked down at the plate of pasta that he had eaten from, now most certainly not poisoned and frowned at it. “You’ve eaten from this one. Now I have your germs.”
“I’ve had your cunt in my mouth.”
I decided to eat. “This is actually very lovely. Thank you.”
“Hm.”
“I complimented you.”
“What?”
“I complimented you. Now you say something nice back.”
He considered this deeply. “I like your earlobes.”
“What day is it?”
“Fucked if I know.”
“I meant in terms of how many days left of the Battle.”
“Oh, three.”
“Three days left? I’ve been sleeping in this apartment for a day… almost two?”
“You snore. It’s beautiful.”
“Huh.” I prodded my side wound. “No wonder it’s healed well.”
“You sleep talk. It’s even more fucking beautiful.”
“Did you watch me sleep?”
“Eat your food.”
