And then there was Patrick, Isaiah at his feet. He looked, once again, as though he had not slept. My eyes stuck to the circles beneath his.
“Thanks, Sam,” Gunner said abruptly. His loud voice seemed offensive in such a small space. “Now, f**k off.”
Unperturbed, Sam whistled as he left, kicking a thimble gaily, and no one spoke in the interim.
But there were looks exchanged. Tess stared at Gunner until he put his flask away. Polly and Otto exchanged nervous glances, the latter clearing his throat awkwardly. Patrick pinned his eyes on Theo’s hand, which had briefly touched the middle of my back as I’d stepped into this strange circle of associates.
It was exceedingly uncomfortable. Quiet. Close.
“Right,” said Donny after a while, blessedly breaking the tension. “Is the kid gone?”
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