“But you can’t run,” Eeli said. It was probably the fifth time he repeated those words. “A few days ago you could hardly manage a shower.”
Leo was standing in Eeli’s foyer wearing his running gear. Or some old sweat suit and a down vest, Eeli wasn’t particular. He didn’t know much about sportswear, he hated jogging. But that wasn’t the point.
Eeli underlined his words by putting his running shoes back into the blue IKEA bag from which Leo had dug them out. Leo sulked. He didn’t try to argue anymore, which would have been pointless. Leo swayed, as if talking with Eeli had been physically exhausting.
“You said you’re not a nurse. If you’re not coming with me, I’ll go by myself.”
“Fine!”
“Fine,” Leo repeated. He even slammed the door, the prick. Eeli didn’t care. After half an hour he wo
