Eros was heavy.
His big arm was placed around my neck as I helped him recover. It wasn’t like he could walk, and I didn’t trust him yet when it came to walking. He tended to curse, fight, stumble, and curse some more whenever he tried to get up. He kind of reminded me of a young child.
“You should have left me,” he grumbled through gritted teeth.
“And let you die?” I asked him, glancing at his face which was full of raw punches. “Yeah, I should have. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Because you’re too stupid for your own good,” he responded, breathing heavily. I rolled my eyes at him. Here I was, helping him once again with his loaded problems.
“That’s twice now. Let’s not make it a habit,” I told him, remembering his exact words when I needed his help, too.
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