16
Nick’s keys were on Dex’s dresser. He’d heard the door slam, slightly disbelieving, but then hadn’t Dex walked away first? And there was Nick’s phone, too, on the bedside table.
His room was full of Nick, and he didn’t think he could bear it just now.
Dex couldn’t believe they’d just—what, had a row? What the f**k had just happened? What had they done?
The slam of the door spoke volumes. You didn’t slam the door unless you were pissed off, and Nick—Christ, Nick was never pissed off.
Well, Dex was, too. His mum’s words kept coming back to him in bits and bobs. That boy is too in his head, he’s got no room for anyone else. And, I just don’t want to see you get hurt.
Images from the previous night replayed in his mind, intrusive, sneering.
Dex pulled on a jumper, then jeans, then so
