Mano walked to the passenger side and yanked the handle. It was locked. He looked up at him, eyes sharp.
“Sorry,” Ody said with a quiet laugh, unlocking the doors.
Mano opened it but didn’t sit. He just stood there, staring him down. “Give it back.”
“Sit.”
“I said give it back.”
“I said sit!”
They held each other’s gaze for a moment. Mano’s jaw tightened, but he finally dropped into the seat and snatched the helmet from Ody’s hands, placing it on his lap.
Ody leaned over to pull the door closed, his head brushing briefly against Mano’s chest. Mano stiffened and leaned back.
The door shut. The locks clicked.
“What are you doing? Unlock it!” Mano snapped as Ody started the engine. “Let me out!”
Ody released the handbrake.
“Let me out, malaka!”
Ody turned toward him, voice sharper than before. “I told you I’m taking you home. How are you going to ride like that? What if you hit someone? What if you kill someone? Stop thinking only about yourself.”
Mano fell silent.
Ody shifted into gear and drove out of the parking lot. Two minutes passed in complete silence. “I’m taking you to the hospital. You need to get your hand checked,” he said, eyes still on the road.
“Don’t you dare.”
Ody glanced at him. “Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“If you don’t take care of it, it’s only going to get worse.”
Mano’s jaw tightened. “Don’t fucking take me there.”
Ody’s grip on the steering wheel firmed. “Why are you acting like this?”
Mano turned toward the window. “Unlock the doors.”
Ody frowned. “What?”
“Unlock them.”
“Why?”
“You said you’d take me home. So what’s it gonna be?”
Ody exhaled. “Fine. I’ll take you home. Where do you live?”
“Papagou.”
“Address?”
Mano gave it and Ody entered it into the GPS.
