“Are you at it again?”
“At what?”
“Spouting shit at everyone else so no one looks too closely at you?”
“I’ve nothing to hide.”
“You can be very convincing when you want, but unlucky for you, I know you too well.”
“That’s only because I had to fling all my shit in your face to save your fat arse.”
“If you did it, then on some level you knew it had to be done.”
“I only did it for Riley.”
“I’m glad you did — not just for your sister, but for me as well.”
“So you’ve something to blackmail me with now, have you?”
“Will you be serious for two minutes?”
“A minute, max.”
“What’s actually holding you back?”
“Do you want the whole list, or just the highlights?”
“Whatever you’re willing to give me, as long as it’s the truth.”
“Why do you even care this much?”
“Because I like your fucking face.”
“Are you actually hitting on me right now?”
“Jamie…”
“What do you want me to say, Ian?Some things don’t just go away.”
“You told me you were over it, though.That therapy, Riley’s help, rugby…”
I finally turn to him.“They helped me keep my head above water.”
“A bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”
“So far, it’s been enough.”
“But it’s not enough anymore, is it?”
“Now it’s…” I snort, exhausted.“I knew it wouldn’t be enough for him.”
“Is it usually enough for everyone else?”
“Other people only ever want one thing, Ian.”
“Not everyone.Maybe just the ones you’ve met so far.”
“You really don’t get it at all, do you?”
