Paul
Dawson doesn't say anything, he just stares. I can tell by the look on his face that he's contemplating his words. He knows me better than most. He generally, not always but generally speaking, knows what to say and when not to say things, and today, at this time, he is actually thinking.
Without speaking, he pushes his second shot over to me, and I take it without question. The second the liquid hit my tongue, the soccur I needed to complete this puzzle in my twisted brain.
"My parents are going to ruin everything." The words just roll off my slicken tongue. Dawson just shrugs, taking a swig of the beer Charlie had brought him.
"You have to do what YOU have to do, Paul. I know your parents all too well. They will push their agenda here, you know it, I know it, hell, anyone who
